Intimacy lessons

Chapter 17: Intimacy lessons

[London]

"Hahaha.."

"Haha.. Hahaha.. S-stop. S-stop tickling. Hahaha.."

Dylan heard two happy and joyful voices in his sleep. The images were very blurry.

"Huh? What is this?" It felt like a woman's voice.

"A love token. For my lovely wife." One can feel the love and affection in the man's voice.

"You already gave me one during the wedding."

"So what? I will give you one everyday."

The man gently took the woman's hand, sliding an emerald ring onto her finger, his touch tender.

Dylan unconsciously smiled in his sleep. The image was still blurry, but he felt the ring would definitely look beautiful on the woman's hand.

But soon the scene shifted. There were faint screams in the background and the image became clear. He could again see a bloodied hand wearing the ring Isabella bought.

Dylan wanted to wake up, but he couldn't. He felt trapped.

His eyes snapped open when he saw a fire slowly spread on the ground and then engulf the hand.

His shirt was soaked in sweat due to the nightmare. Only after looking at the familiar ceiling of the room did he realize that it was just a nightmare.

Isabella was already in deep sleep on her side of the room, but he couldn't fall asleep yet.

He was having this recurrent nightmare of the bloodied hand since he touched that ring. He even felt that the ring was haunted. Why else would someone sell such a beautiful ring so cheaply?

But then again, he can't throw it, else Isabella would throw him out.

Turning around, he looked at Isabella. She had a small smile on her lips, dreaming something good. The soft moon light entering from the window fell on her face, making her look delicate.

Without knowing, he slowly crawled closer to her. And before he knew, he was already busy admiring her at her side. Looking at her calmed his heart.

He gently tucked a golden strand of her hair behind her ear. Only then did he realize how much he loved the feeling of hair between his fingers. A soft smile settled on his lips.

Dylan was still busy playing with her hair when the sleeping girl suddenly held his hand and put it under her head, using it like a pillow.

Dylan didn't dare to move, or even breathe. Only after seeing that Isabella was still asleep did he release his breathe.

His eyes fell on the wooden box in the shelf. He knew Isabella put her ring in that box.

Carefully freeing his hand from Isabella's hold, he tucked her properly into her blanket before walking to the shelf.

He could already feel a faint pull. A part of him was screaming to just go back to bed instead of trying to be daring. Another part encouraged him to take one look at the ring again.

By the time he could decide, he was already holding the box. Gulping, he lift the lid and looked inside. Sure enough, the ring lay there peacefully.

Dylan cautiously held it between his fingers and turned it around to inspect it. Finding nothing out of ordinary, he was about to place it back in the box when a loud blast almost burst their door open.

Isabella woke up with a start. "What happened? What was that?" She looked around. The sound was too loud that all the traces of sleep vanished in a second.

Dylan was equally startled. He immediately put back the ring in place. "Wait here. I will check."

He decided to buy a peephole camera for this dumb door.

He peeked into the corridor to see what happened. There five other rooms in the floor. Strangely, no one else except him came out to check. The corridor was empty, and nothing seemed to be amiss.

"Is everything okay?" Isabella peeked into the corridor too. Both of them couldn't hallucinate the same thing.

"Is someone playing a prank?" Isabella whispered. The night was cold, hence she moved closer to Dylan.

"Might be some drunkard. Probably went upstairs." Dylan said and closed the door.

Isabella looked at the clock. It was around 3'o clock in the morning.

"It's okay. We can inform the management about this tomorrow." Isabella said as Dylan looked worried.

"Yeah. Go to bed. I am not sleepy. I will study for a while." Dylan said. He was really not sleepy. Isabella raised her brows hearing this. She was in a mood to tease.

"Awww.. Is our little Dylan not scared of ghosts anymore? This is the devil's hour. Devil will kidnap those kids who don't sleep.. "

"Isabella. Who are you calling little?" Dylan ran behind her to teach her a lesson. He was indeed scared of ghosts when he was little. Isabella would always stay by his side but would never forget to laugh on his crying face.

"Who else if not you? Little Dyla.. Ahhh" Isabella let out a short scream when Dylan caught. Both of them fell on her mattress with Dylan on top of Isabella.

Isabella panted and laughed as she tried to push Dylan away. Dylan suddenly had a naughty idea in his mind.

"It isn't your fault?" Dylan said seriously, confusing Isabella. She stopped struggling and frowned. What fault?

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I wasn't with you for the past few years. You must still have little Dylan in your mind." Dylan smirked and continued. "Do you want to see how big I am now?"

Isabella had a cute seriously thinking look on her face. Her eyes widened as she understood the double meaning and that annoying smirk.

Dylan also seductively winked when he saw her expression. The girl's face turned beet red as she recalled his words.

"Y-You. H-How dare you? Get off me. You pervert. Get off me." Isabella started her struggle again, but Dylan physically lot more powerful than her. He easily kept her pinned down under him.

"Haha.. Why are you moving so much? Given your reaction, should I take it as you picked up a lot in the past few years?" Dylan enjoyed teasing her a lot.

"Dylan. You dirty rascal. I am not a pervert like you" Isabella glared, but her face looked like a beetroot thinking about all those smut and reverse harem novels in her phone.

"I see. Then how about I teach you?" Dylan wiggled his brows. Isabella was so cute right now. She was usually a tigress. Roaring and tearing others apart. But she would turn into kitten in front of him.

"T-Teach? T-Teach what?"

"Intimacy Isabella. Intimacy." Dylan made sure his voice was extra husky when saying this.

"W-What i-intimacy? Why would y-you teach all this nonsense? Dylan. You must have hit your head somewhere. Crazy idiot." Isabella kept scolding him non stop.

"Ever since you came here, I am the one who taught you how to survive. Or else given your princess syndrome, do you think you could have survived in that orphanage? I practically raised you." Dylan said proudly with a hidden softness and masked bliss.

"So?"

"So.. Since I took the duty of raising you, I must complete it till the end right? I cannot let some random man teach you about intimacy. Right? Isabella?" Though Dylan started this for fun, he felt this argument was 100% right.

Isabella could feel her face burning. But she knew it wasn't anger, it was anticipation. This conversation with Dylan felt so.. so.. heart racing.

She took a deep breathe. No. This guy was enjoying seeing her speechless like this. She would not give him this satisfaction.

"You are right. I cannot trust some random man. Since you are my freebie, let's start now."

"Huh?" Now it was Dylan's turn to be confused. His grip loosened sightly, giving Isabella a perfect chance to flip there positions.

Next second, Isabella was on top of Dylan, smirking. "Strip" she said.

"What?" Dylan was dumbfounded. Strip?

"Didn't you say you will teach me? Let's start now. Strip." Isabella commanded as she leaned on his chest and played with her hair.

"Let me help you." Isabella didn't wait before she slowly unbuttoned the top 2 buttons of Dylan's shirt.

Dylan didn't think Isabella could play a reverse card. She actually asked him to strip?

He noticed her as she was working on his second button. She had a confident smirk, and a challenging glint in her eyes. But her fingers were deliberately slow, waiting for him to stop.

Fine. Let's see who wins. He thought.

His smirk came back as he put both of his hand behind his head and waited for Isabella to finish whatever she was trying. "What a curious student. Go on."

Isabella's smirk slightly faltered but she was determined. She would not lose.

She gulped as she finally reached the last button. Dylan was intently staring at her all the while. She couldn't really tell what he was thinking.

Meanwhile Dylan's heart was beating hard against his chest. This was Isabella. His Isabella.

Looking at her biting the lips, he madly wanted to kiss her senseless.

He took a deep breathe when Isabella's soft hands brushed against his abs.

Isabella's heart wasn't going to lose the race either. She could hear her heart in her ears as she looked at his chest and abs. She blushed fiercely, but her hands were already roaming on his chest.

Dylan almost growled at her touch and flipped her down. His hungry gaze thirstily memorizing every detail of her flushed face.

He wanted to a lot of things to her right there and then. He wanted to claim her. But he wouldn't. Isabella was so precious to him. So very precious to rush.

Dylan started to sweat lightly. He clenched his fists on either sides of Isabella's head as he felt his pants tighten.

"D-Dylan?"

Damn.. Her soft call made it even worse. It was like he safely locked the iron door and Isabella's call melted it right away.

"D-Dylan. W-Why are you so silent?" Isabella asked hesitantly. She thought she went too far.

"Isabella.." His voice have her a butterfly storm in her stomach. She tensed as he drew closer to her. There chests pressing and faces only a few inches apart.

"Princess.. My princess.."

Dylan badly wanted to ask if he could kiss her. His heart raced, every fiber of his being aching to kiss her. But fear held him back. What if she said no?

"D-Dylan.."