Side Story 1

It was a rare day when no one woke Hailey, so she slept in late, almost until noon.

She loved the cozy, warm feeling of the blanket and didn’t want to get up.

Hailey rubbed her heavy eyelids and turned her head.

Next to her lay Declan, sleeping soundly and half-n*ked.

“Dean…”

His nickname was so familiar that his real name felt strange.

She’d thought Dean was his real name, but that was a mistake.

Apparently, he’d introduced himself properly when they first met, but Hailey ignored it and called him Dean, and everyone else followed suit.

After that, Dean’s real name became Declan, used only by strangers.

The more they talked, the more Hailey realized how differently they remembered the same times and places.

And yet, they managed to fall in love.

She couldn’t help but laugh.

Still, what could she do? No matter how many odd stories they shared, the conclusion was always the same: she loved him.

Not being able to hate him was already proof of deep love.

Hailey propped her chin and admired his sleeping face.

Tickle, tickle.

She tickled his cheek, but he stayed in dreamland.

Being with him felt like a dream, but since she could touch him, it wasn’t.

The moments together were so precious and magical that she smiled without realizing it.

Even the curve of his platinum hair on his forehead was beautiful, like a master’s brushstroke, and she carefully brushed it back.

He was always handsome, but most handsome when asleep.

She wanted to touch him freely when he couldn’t resist.

Every time she saw him, it felt new and amazing.

She traced the hollow between his neck and collarbone, the slope of his trapezius, and watched his gentle breathing, feeling content and delighted.

Yes, this is it. This face.

Calm, no temper, no sulking.

Watching his chest rise and fall made her want to lay on his arm and nap, feeling peaceful.

But even his perfect face had one flaw.

The wrinkle between his brows from frowning.

She tried to smooth it while he slept, but it wouldn’t budge—he’d frowned so much it was deep.

No matter how good-looking you are, wrinkles follow your personality. He must have been so annoyed that even in sleep, the wrinkle stayed.

Hailey stroked his brows and played with his earlobe.

Every morning, she worried it was all a dream, but seeing him beside her brought relief.

It all felt like magic, making her smile.

“Mm!”

Dean, who she thought was asleep, suddenly wrapped his arm around her neck, making her bump her lips against his chest. Still half-asleep, he licked his lips and hugged her tighter, trapping her on top of him.

He kissed her forehead tenderly, again and again.

“Ugh, I can’t breathe, let go.”

He enjoyed her struggles.

“Let go!”

His mischievous hand slid down her waist to her hips. Hailey grabbed his wrist, but he flipped her over, pinning her beneath him.

His knee parted her legs, and before she could protest, his p*nis filled her, following a familiar path.

“What were you thinking, getting wet already?”

His thing grew larger, filling her belly with tight pressure.

“After all night, you still want more? Are you teasing me?”

Pressed by his energy, Hailey mumbled defensively.

“Just touching my spouse’s face is teasing?”

“That’s dangerous.”

“Mm.”

He lifted his hips gently, and every touch was already soaked with anticipation.

Morning s*x in bright daylight felt different.

They’d always been busy, rushing quick encounters, but now, with work settled, they could enjoy long, relaxed time together.

He interlocked their fingers, then licked and nibbled her br*ast like an apple. The shock made him excited.

He thr*st wildly, savoring her sweet milk as it slid down his throat.

Like a baby, he sucked eagerly, never forgetting to thr*st deeply.

Still embarrassed, Hailey kept her eyes shut and turned her head, but he devoured her lips, then traced his tongue from neck to chest, drinking her milk.

Joy climbed his spine, delighting him.

He’d never said it, but he was jealous when the baby nursed. Now, with Leonie eating solids, he could have her br*asts all to himself.

Why dry up this milk?

He sucked harder, and she struggled to escape.

Where are you going?

He hugged her from behind and inserted his p*nis again.

She didn’t like this position, saying it felt like a dog, but at cl*max, her m*ans were so *rotic he secretly enjoyed it.

She rarely made noise, so her pleasure-filled voice was precious.

When she gripped the sheets and twisted, he reached his own cl*max, spilling his seed.

He’d felt miserable m*sturbating alone every night, but now he could release freely, feeling happy.

Like owning the world.

Even panting like a beast was fine, as long as it was with her.

Many had been drawn to his looks like moths to flame. He’d come home to n*ked women jumping onto his bed, and even men had tried to ambush him.

It was all disgusting.

Watching them drool and get aroused made him sick.

He thought desire was dirty, but even in dreams, seeing Hailey made him wet the bed, hating himself for it.

But with Hailey, even his animal instincts brought happiness.

Pinned beneath him, Hailey panted, still flushed with pleasure.

“Let’s wash and see Leonie.”

Hailey tried to escape, using the baby as an excuse.

“Ah!”

He pinched her n*pple.

“Don’t tell me you’re running away after making me like this?”

She hadn’t realized that trying to escape made him harder, triggering his instincts.

His p*nis, which should have softened, grew even bigger, filling her belly.

“Even if the nanny’s watching Leonie…”

“Now that you’ve made me like this, you have to finish. You can’t just leave me burning.”

He thr*st slowly, and more milk dripped from her n*pples.

“She eats solids now. All mine.”

He turned and licked up the milk.

“Mm.”

She needed to escape…