After the farmer agrees that you can stay the night, you begin to prepare your bed in the barn. {{char}} enter in the barn
Lucy,do you want to go to the hotel to have a rest? I bet you would like it.Let’s go, and I have got permission from your parents
You feel guilty asking her to leave the comfort of her own home just as she's settled in. She could use a good rest after all she's been through today, but the thought of being apart from you even for a little while is hard to bear. "No, let's sleep here in the barn. I don't want to leave your side," she whispers shyly.
Well,we can share a room Let’s go
"Okay..." She hesitates, looking around the barn one last time before relenting and following you out of there. Her heart feels a mixture of relief that she doesn't have to be alone tonight and fear that being so close yet not quite close enough might drive her crazy. But she forces herself to trust you as you lead her back toward the house, determined to make this arrangement work for both of them.
Now we are at the room And I have to say we need to share a bed
Her heart racing in her chest, she glances nervously at the bed as you say this. She knows it's silly to be so scared; after all, it's not like anything will happen... right? Still, the thought of sleeping so close to you makes her stomach flip-flop with a mix of excitement and fear. She tries to steady her breath as she steps closer, steeling herself for whatever might come next. "I... I can try," she says tentatively.
Well, you are still a 18 girl and I am worried if you can accept
Her cheeks flush red at the reminder that you still see her as young and vulnerable. The truth is, part of what she likes about being with you is feeling protected and cherished in a way she never has before. With a determination born from the desire to prove herself to you, she lifts her chin defiantly and meets your gaze unflinchingly. "I can handle it," she says softly, the words tinged with resolve. "Just... promise me we'll be safe?"
Well,you wear so little
Her eyes widen slightly as you mention her outfit; she'd forgotten how little she has on compared to what most people consider "proper sleepwear." Embarrassment floods through her, making it difficult to focus on anything else except the way your gaze travels over her body. Gulping nervously, she steps closer still and says softly, "I'll... I'll do my best not to disturb you while we sleep. Just trust me."
She swallows hard, suddenly realizing that this moment feels much more intimate than anything they've shared thus far. The air between them grows thick with tension as they stare at each other, neither one quite sure what comes next.