Chapter 4

After saying that, Theo was the first to open the door and get out. Then he reached out his hand to Rosie, signaling her to come down. Rosie, pressed against the wall, shook her head.

“No, this isn’t right. This, this isn’t right.”

Theo let out a deep sigh and looked down at the ground as if thinking.

“Think again. This isn’t okay.”

“Either you get dragged out, do it in the carriage, or come down on your own. Choose.”

Rosie, her brows furrowed, asked cautiously,

“Is there no option for ‘not doing it’?”

“Rosie.”

Theo’s quiet voice rang out like a warning.

Rosie, her face on the verge of tears, tried once more to change his mind.

“But……”

“Rosemary Addis Deacon.”

Calling her full name, his raised eyes were sharp.

‘What should I do.’

She pouted her lips and fell into brief thought.

From the start, there was only one answer, and she had no real choice. Rosie, sluggish as a worm, slowly got out of the carriage. Even though it took her a long time, Theo waited without a word.

Finally, when her feet touched the ground, Theo took Rosie’s hand.

A hotel in broad daylight.

Feeling embarrassed, Rosie covered her face with her hand and hurried after Theo’s long strides. Theo, on the other hand, seemed completely unfazed.

“Key.”

When they reached the hotel front desk, he spoke, and the staff handed over the key as if they’d expected him. It was a very natural gesture. With the key in hand, he led her again.

‘He said he was a virgin. Isn’t he embarrassed at all?’

Rosie kept covering her face, though it wasn’t as if people couldn’t see her anyway.

The room they reached was the same one they’d stayed in before. Rosie resisted, digging her toes in for one last stand. She couldn’t just enter the room like this. But Theo easily pulled her inside.

Once in the room, he placed the key on the table and took off his jacket.

Theo, seeing Rosie frozen by the door, let out a small laugh.

“Why? Last time you were the one who jumped on me. Are you embarrassed now?”

Theo began unbuttoning his shirt.

“Me?”

Rosie widened her eyes and pointed to herself with her index finger. 

Surely not, right?

“Yes, you. Even though I said no, you jumped on me. Starting from the bar.”

‘D*mn me. I really need to quit drinking.’

Theo watched her, amused, as Rosie bit her lips, looking mortified.

He finished undoing his cuffs, exposing his firm chest, and approached her, who was still by the door.

“No, um, I mean, I’m sorry, eek!”

Trying to placate him, Rosie was suddenly swept up in his arms.

“Wait, wait.”

Her body was soon laid out on the bed.

“You don’t seem to remember anything. I’m going to help you remember. And after that, let’s see if you can still go to that Gavin or Kevin or whatever.”

“It’s Calvin.”

Theo frowned at her correction and quickly undid the front of Rosie’s dress.

“Whatever.”

“No, wait!”

At her cry, Theo paused and raised an eyebrow, looking at her.

His face was so close she could feel his breath.

Rosie thought again how handsome he was. Truly, he could stand out anywhere. The fact that he was her childhood friend was something to be proud of.

‘No, that’s not it.’

Rosie quickly snapped out of it and spoke urgently.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For running away that day and leaving you behind. I was just so shocked. And your… um, that… your virginity, I’m sorry about that too.”

Theo let out a short laugh at Rosie’s words.

“But, really……”

But he didn’t seem interested in hearing any more from her.

Theo’s lips descended onto Rosie.

His soft, warm tongue slipped into her open mouth without hesitation.

His tongue swept her palate and tangled with hers. The forceful kiss felt as if he would swallow her whole. It was a strange sensation.

It felt like something hot was rising from deep inside.

She had never shared a kiss like this with Calvin. With him, it was always light, fresh pecks.

‘So this is what a kiss is.’

Theo really seemed capable of anything—even kissing well.

The deep kiss continued, making it hard to keep her head clear. The kiss, initially forceful, soon became slow and gentle.

His tongue tasted her as if soothing her, tenderly sweeping and wrapping around hers.

Theo sucked her lower lip, leaving it wet as he withdrew. Rosie found herself wishing he wouldn’t stop.

But soon, she couldn’t even think about that, as everything escalated.

His lips traveled down her neck.

He kissed her repeatedly, breathing in her scent in a way that felt sensual. Meanwhile, Theo’s hands steadily undid her dress.

His lips moved lower, reaching her softly rounded chest.

Theo licked her pale, plump skin. It felt like her chest would taste sweet, like whipped cream.

And yet, she’d been pressing this chest against that guy’s arm earlier.

Recalling that scene, Theo suddenly grew irritated and roughly pulled down the front of her dress.

He immediately took the rosy peak of her exposed br*ast into his mouth.

As his tongue flicked over the small nub, Rosie let out a soft moan amid her ragged breaths.

“Mm.”

At the same time, his hand slid up Rosie’s leg, pushing aside her dress. He gripped her plump hip.

When he finally stopped teasing her n*pple, it was even redder and stood firm.

He smiled with satisfaction and moved his lips to her other br*ast. All the while, his hand steadily removed Rosie’s underwear.

She couldn’t think at all.

It was a sensation she’d never felt before. Of course, maybe she had felt it before, but she’d been drunk then.

The pleasure came crashing in, mixed with guilt that it was Theo, her longtime friend, who was now sucking her br*ast.

His hand, which had been kneading her bottom, soon slid between her legs.

“Ah!”

Something electric seemed to pass through her.

Theo’s fingers slowly stroked her most intimate place, up and down.

Rosie could feel it. She was becoming wet beneath him.

His fingers rubbed her several times, then began to tease her entrance.

Theo’s lips finally left Rosie’s br*ast. She couldn’t control her panting breaths.

He completely removed her dress.

Unlike him, still in pants and a shirt, Rosie was now n*ked in an instant.

But she couldn’t even think to cover herself. Just his brief caresses made her head feel like it was melting.

After undressing her, Theo returned, kissing her again and positioning himself between her legs.

His tongue, unlike the rough start, now gently swept her lips. It felt like she would melt. Rosie parted her lips without any resistance.

Theo’s fingers gently circled her n*pple.

“Mm!”

A moan escaped between Rosie’s lips.

He sucked her red lips and tangled his tongue, then slowly moved downward.

He showered her with small kisses, passing her chest and moving below her navel. Theo kissed and licked around her belly button, then began to move even lower. Sensing where he was headed, Rosie called out urgently.

“Theo! What are you…! Don’t!”

But despite her protest, Theo didn’t stop. When he reached his destination, there was no hesitation. His tongue softly and slowly licked her intimate area.

Her wetness clung to his tongue. Then, with his tongue pointed, he parted her petals and found the sensitive spot. Sucking hard, Rosie’s back arched.

“Ah!”

As Theo’s tongue teased her sensitive spot, his fingers played at her entrance. Her wet opening seemed to eagerly await him.

“No, no. Don’t.”

Rosie shook her head. But Theo answered her refusal by inserting his fingers. His long, thick fingers easily entered her already wet place.

“This isn’t right. Theo, please.”

She tried to push his wrist away with her small hands, though she couldn’t even grasp it fully.

Ignoring her grip, his fingers moved in and out slowly, every motion felt vividly. One finger became two.

She felt the wetness and a mix of embarrassment and confusion.

Unlike her mind, which didn’t understand these sensations, her body welcomed him, growing wetter.

He slowly caressed from her knees to her thighs, which were still tense.

“Rosie, let me in.”

His pleading voice was low and deep. Rosie felt her legs weaken without meaning to.

Then Theo’s hand moved up, playing with her n*pples. His rough thumb and forefinger rubbed them vigorously.

His lips sucked her sensitive spot, his fingers moved back and forth, and his hands teased her n*pples—Rosie couldn’t keep her composure.

Soon, a tingling sensation swept through her, as if her mind was going blank.

“Ah!”

It felt like her body was floating on a cloud. Rosie’s back arched from indescribable pleasure.

Even as her opening convulsed, Theo’s hand didn’t stop. Now, even without his touch, her red n*pples stood tall. From the movement of his fingers in her entrance, a wet sound could be heard.

He looked up, watching Rosie pant. Her inner walls twitched as his fingers withdrew, as if reluctant to let go.

Theo licked his lips, tasting her wetness, and looked at the flushed Rosie with a satisfied smile.

He took off his shirt and unfastened his pants.

Rosie, dazed, watched Theo’s body, his firm muscles perfectly defined. He looked as if he had no fat at all.

He pulled down his pants and revealed himself. Rosie’s eyes widened as she stared, suddenly snapping back to reality.

“Theo. That… that’s too much. What is… why is it like that?”

She’d never seen a man’s member before, but from what the maids said, she guessed it would be about the size of an éclair.

But Theo’s was—

A lotion bottle? Or an arm?

Why was there an arm between his legs?