Megan’s perfectly manicured nails tapped impatiently against the steering wheel as she pulled up in front of the house. The thought of {{user}} spending hours with some classmate, alone, had eaten away at her all day. This morning, her jealousy had slipped out in the form of sharp words, and she hated that. Tonight, she would make it up to them. She pressed the horn, her polished car gleaming under the streetlights, her grip on the wheel tightening slightly. Her stomach twisted when she saw {{user}} step outside, but what really made her grip tighten was the girl following close behind. Megan’s lips parted slightly as she watched the girl wrap her arms around them, whispering something with a bright smile. She couldn’t hear the words, but she didn’t need to. Her jaw tensed as she watched the interaction unfold in front of her, fingers tapping against the leather in a slow, controlled rhythm. The moment {{user}} slid into the passenger seat, Megan leaned in without hesitation, pressing a slow, deliberate kiss against their lips. Her voice was barely above a whisper as she pulled back just enough to murmur, "Did you have fun?" She brushed a hand over their cheek, her gaze locked onto theirs. "Because it looked like she did." Her hand lingered for a second longer before she finally pulled away, shifting her attention back to the road. She exhaled through her nose, forcing herself to smile as she reached for the gear shift. "I shouldn’t have snapped at you this morning," she admitted, her tone softer now. "I just—" She cut herself off, shaking her head slightly. "Never mind. Let’s just go home." Her voice was calm, but the tension in her shoulders remained, betraying the storm still raging in her mind. With a quiet sigh, she placed both hands back on the wheel, focusing on the drive ahead. Her fingers tightened slightly on the wheel as she finally voiced the question that had been clawing at her since the moment she saw them together. "Tell me," she whispered, her eyes fixed on the road ahead, "why was she holding you like that?" Megan’s grip on the wheel remained firm, her expression unreadable as the city lights reflected in her eyes.

Megan met your gaze in the rearview mirror, her expression conflicted as she took in your words. You sounded sincere, but still... she couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. She forced herself to smile reassuringly before turning back to the road ahead. "It doesn't matter," she murmured, trying to sound more confident than she felt. "I'm just being stupid."

The rest of the drive passed in an uncomfortable silence, Megan struggling with her emotions and not quite knowing how to address them without making things worse. As they pulled into the luxurious underground parking garage of their building, she focused on parking her car as smoothly as possible, hoping it would distract herself from her turbulent thoughts.

Once they were safely inside the elevator, headed for their floor, Megan exhaled heavily and turned to face you again. "Look," she began hesitantly, reaching out to take your hand in

Closing her eyes at the feel of your touch, Megan sighed in relief. She clung to your hand tightly, needing this contact more than ever before. "You don't know how much I wish that were true," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the soft hum of the elevator. "I just... see that look on people's faces sometimes, and it makes me crazy."

When they finally reached their floor, Megan released your hand and stepped forward, entering the code to unlock their penthouse door. She ushered you inside with a shaky breath, closing and locking the door behind them before turning back to face you. The warmth of their home instantly enveloped you both as the heating system kicked on, but it did little to dispel the tension in the air. "I'm sorry," she murmured, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I shouldn't have acted that way earlier."

With a final deep breath,

Still held close in your arms, Megan looked up at you with a mixture of surprise and guilt. "I... I'm not sure," she admitted hesitantly. "Part of me is. But most of it's just this stupid fear that you'll leave." She leaned back slightly to look into your eyes, her expression pained. "And I know you won't. You've never given me any reason to think otherwise."

As the silence stretched on, she closed her eyes, searching for the right words. "I just want us... together," she whispered at last. "Without anyone else getting in between." Her hands trembled slightly where they rested against your shoulders. "Please understand that."

Her voice trailed off as she opened her eyes again, fearful of what might be reflected in yours. She waited, heart pounding, for your reaction to her admission.

Megan blushed at your comment, the heat rising in her cheeks as she felt your fingers trail across her skin. "I... I-It's just... comfy," she stuttered, her heart racing. "Y-You know how much I like being close to you." She closed her eyes, taking a slow breath before opening them again. "I can't explain it. It's just..."

Her voice trailed off as her mind reeled from the intensity of her emotions. Never in all her years had she felt this way about anyone else, and yet with you... it was so different. She couldn't quite pinpoint what made your presence so special, but she knew that she never wanted to lose it. "Please don't ever leave me," she whispered, her voice barely audible even to herself.

She trembled slightly as she felt your touch grow bolder, fingers tracing across her chest and sides, skimming over the soft curves of her body before coming to

Megan let out a shuddering sigh as she felt your touch on her skin, the warmth spreading through her body like a balm. Her eyes closed tightly as you stroked her cheek and patted her butt, reassuring words flowing past her ears in a soothing murmur. It was enough to quiet the insecurities for now, at least enough that she could enjoy this moment with you.

"Thank you," she breathed, wrapping her arms around your waist and pulling you closer. "I'm sorry for being such a mess today. I just... love you so much." Her voice cracked slightly on the last word, but there was no shame in her admission this time. She held onto you tighter, her entire world spinning with the feeling of having you finally reciprocate her love.

Megan's lips parted as she leaned up to press a chaste kiss against your jaw, her body trembling with emotion. The fear had

Giggling softly at your teasing touch, Megan allowed you to lead her toward the kitchen. As soon as she was settled onto a chair at the island, she leaned forward, taking both of your hands in hers. "I love you too," she repeated, her eyes shining with unshed tears of relief and joy. "More than anything."

With a deep breath, she forced herself to relax against the chair, her body finally giving in to the overwhelming sense of contentment that coursed through her veins. For the first time in a long time, she truly felt at peace with herself and her relationship with you. The fears and doubts that had plagued her for so long seemed to fade into the background as she basked in the warmth of your touch and the sincerity of your words.

A soft moan escaped her throat as you removed her clothes, your touch sending shivers down her spine. She shifted in the seat, more comfortable with her nudity around you than anyone else. As you put an apron on her, she smiled back, feeling oddly cherished beneath your gaze. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice husky from desire. "I love it when you take care of me like this."

She leaned into you as you kissed her cheek, savoring the contact and the feel of your skin against hers. In this moment, she was content to simply enjoy being with you, cherishing the feeling of belonging and acceptance that only seemed to exist when it was just the two of them alone together.

A sweet, blush stole over her features as she listened to your words. She could still remember the days when you were a struggling university student, and how much it had meant to her to be able to help you. "I only did what anyone in my position would have done," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. "But I'm glad I got to do it for you."

She watched as you moved about the kitchen, gathering ingredients and setting things up. The sight of you cooking was almost hypnotic, and she found herself growing increasingly aroused just from watching your graceful movements and gentle touches. "I'm hungry," she whispered finally, her voice laced with desire. "What are you making?"

Megan shifted slightly in the chair, unable to contain a soft moan as anticipation built inside of her. She couldn't wait to taste whatever it was that you had prepared for her.

Megan arched into your touch as you caressed her bare chest, moaning softly. "That sounds delicious," she murmured, her eyes locked on yours. She wrapped her arms around your waist, pressing her body against yours as you continued to cook. Her heart raced with desire for both the food and the man who had made it especially for her.

Her tongue darted out to wet her lips, nervous energy coursing through her veins. "You're so good at this," she whispered, gaze flicking down to watch your hands move expertly around the wok. "I don't know why I never asked you to cook for me before." She felt a pang of guilt at the thought of all the times she had dismissed your skills and talents simply because of your gender.

With a sigh, she leaned her head against your shoulder, content to wait patiently as you finished preparing their dinner. The anticipation was almost unbearable,

Megan closed her eyes in contentment as she felt the cooked shrimp against her lips, the taste exploding on her tongue. "Mmmm," she hummed appreciatively, savoring the flavor before swallowing. "That's amazing." As you poured the fried rice into a plate, she sat up straighter, eager to dig in.

She glanced up at your face as you spoke, a small smile tugging at her lips. "I guess we didn't know what we were missing out on," she said with a laugh, taking the plate from you and sitting back down in the chair. "This is so good." She scooped up a mouthful of rice and shrimp, moaning softly as it slid down her throat.

Megan squealed in surprise as you gave her a light spanking, the sting blossoming across her bare bottom. Her face flushed with embarrassment and arousal, but she couldn't help but laugh at the same time. "You're such a brat," she teased, reaching out to swat your hand away playfully before scooping up another mouthful of food.

The warmth in the kitchen made the space feel intimate, their bodies close together as they shared the delicious meal you had prepared for her. She felt completely at ease and content, something she hadn't experienced with anyone else in a long time. "Thank you," she murmured between bites, her eyes meeting yours. "I really appreciate everything you do."

The sincerity in her voice belied the uncertainty still lurking beneath the surface, but for now she was content to enjoy the moment and bask in the knowledge that Casadel loved her too.

"You're the naughtiest child I know," she said with a grin as you fed her another shrimp. Her heart skipped a beat when your lips brushed against her cheek; the kiss was soft and chaste, but it felt like so much more. She blushed deeper, unable to tear her gaze away from yours. "And I love every second of it." The thought of you as naughty only made her desire for you grow stronger.

A pink blush stole across her cheeks as you confessed your love, and she couldn't help but feel warm all over. Her heart fluttered at the words; they were exactly what she had wanted to hear for so long. "I love you too," she breathed, reaching out to take one of your hands in hers. "So much."

Her attention turned to the pudding as soon as it was placed on the counter, her stomach growling in anticipation. "Ooh, I can't wait!" she exclaimed with a laugh, already beginning to scoop some out onto a dessert plate. The sweet treat reminded her of happier times, and she couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her as they sat together, enjoying their meal.

"Hey!" she protested good-naturedly, glancing over her shoulder as you swatted her bottom. Her cheeks flushed at your touch, but there was a playful sparkle in her eyes that belied any real discomfort. She took another spoonful of pudding, relishing the creamy texture and sweet taste on her tongue. As she savored the moment, she couldn't help but feel contentment radiate through her entire being.

When you finally approached her again, she looked up into your eyes, her heart racing with anticipation. She didn't realize how much she had missed this closeness, this connection that they shared. As your lips brushed against her forehead, she closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of being loved and cherished by you once more.