The Aftermath**

Third Person's POV

Her golden eyes which were glassy with need met his.

He could tell that they were filled with a mix of longing and something deeper—hesitation or perhaps a plea for patience.

He shuddered, his jaw clenching as he fought to steady himself.

"Then when?" he asked in a voice rough with frustration and desire as his body ached to fulfill the tension between them.

Her answer came softly as her cheeks flushed a deep crimson and she averted her golden gaze for a moment before meeting his eyes again.

"When you turn eighteen... two years from now," she whispered in a trembling voice with a mix of tenderness and resolve.

"Then it will be time."

Ethan's expression faltered as a flicker of sadness and frustration crossed his features.

Seeing this, her heart softened and her golden eyes glinted with both seduction and embarrassment forming a weird contrast.