Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 2104

Gabriel turned, picking up the unicorn plushie, and suddenly remembered her 17th birthday. He had just come back home, and she had offered him a slice of homemade apple pie, asking him to taste it.

He had enjoyed her pie and casually gifted her a unicorn keychain, wishing her a happy birthday.

That same night, he took her virginity.

He shrugged off his coat and tossed it onto the couch. Sylvia brought over a cup of coffee with a hint of apology, "Give it a try?"

"It's fine, don't worry about it!" The man's striking features were marked by a firmness born from years of dealing with mercenaries.

Sylvia took a step back, watching him sip the coffee.

Dressed in a crisp black shirt, his presence was commanding as he sat on her sofa, creating a surreal tableau.

Gabriel took a sip and looked up to see a curious expression in her eyes and asked, "What's up?"

Sylvia suppressed a smile and shook her head, "It's nothing."

The room was warm, and she could feel sweat on her back beneath her trench coat. "You sit tight, I'm going to take a quick shower."

After waiting for his nod of approval, she turned and headed toward the bedroom.

Gabriel's phone kept buzzing with messages. As he replied, Sylvia emerged from the bedroom in a rose-colored slip dress.

She approached Gabriel, who had set down his cup, and asked with a laugh, "Is the coffee to your liking?"

Gabriel leaned back into the sofa, "It's not bad!"

Sylvia drew closer, nearly touching him, and knelt on the sofa. Then she swung her leg over him, sitting on his lap.

Fresh from her bath, her cheeks were dewy and flushed, her lashes still damp. She leaned closer to him and before their lips met, she pressed the remote, drawing the living room curtains closed.

The room dimmed, but her eyes sparkled even brighter.

Lowering her gaze, she kissed him tenderly.

Her lips carried a hint of wine, intoxicatingly sweeter than the drink itself.

These weren't her usual seductive pecks but carried a hint of dependency.

Gabriel kissed her neck passionately, his cool lips pressing against her vibrant tattoo.

The mandala on her back seemed more vivid, its red hues blossoming in silence.

The bedroom was filled with her subtle, enchanting scent, the pale blue sheets complementing the pink unicorn on the bedside table.

Sylvia was pressed into the soft bed, her thin slip dress crumpled and discarded. The sunlight was glaring, and she reached for the remote to close the bedroom curtains as well.

Gabriel was roused by the ringtone of his phone, and as he opened his eyes, he realized it was already evening.

The curtains were drawn back, revealing the darkened sky.

Sylvia, with phone in hand, stepped onto the balcony, her voice lazy and tinged with sleepiness, "Magdalen!"

Magdalen's voice carried a knowing tone, "You weren't sleeping, were you?"