Chapter 3: At the Hotel
The hotel was small but clean, with a modern look. The lobby had white walls, a shiny tiled floor, and a few chairs around a glass table. The room they entered had a soft bed with white sheets, a wooden nightstand, and a single window showing the city lights. A faint smell of freshness hung in the air.
"I suggest we take a bath," Xyaa said, turning to Ronan. "Should I go first, or you?"
"Let me go first. I'm pretty nervous right now..." Ronan said with an awkward laugh. He walked into the bathroom, took off his clothes, and started the shower. Hot water poured over him, relaxing his tense muscles.
As the steam filled the room, he started thinking. He wasn't a virgin—in his past life, he'd been with plenty of girls. Most of those were paid for, though. He wasn't a big deal back then, just a guy with a little money and some local reputation. Girls offered themselves to him, but they were always average—plain faces, bodies that blended into a crowd, nothing special. Not a single stunning woman noticed him. The beautiful girls went for the rich, powerful guys, while the average or less attractive ones came to him because the big shots ignored them.
But Xyaa? She was different. She was so beautiful, beyond anyone he'd met in his old life or this one. Spending a night with a girl like her felt unreal, almost too much for him.
Then his mind wandered. How many guys had she been with before? Were they better-looking than him? More skilled? What if she compared him to them? What if she thought his technique was weak or his size was small? He was confident in his body—he knew he was decent—but with a girl this gorgeous, that confidence started to fade.
Why did he assume she'd been with others? She was too calm, too relaxed. It felt like she'd done this before. He couldn't imagine a virgin picking a random guy from a bar to lose it with. But he wasn't sure. He didn't know her. That uncertainty made him even more nervous.
He shook his head and stopped overthinking. He decided he'd do his best to make this the greatest night for Xyaa, no matter what.
After his shower, he debated putting on underwear but decided against it. He wrapped the bathrobe around himself and stepped out of the bathroom.
Xyaa was on the bed, scrolling through her smartphone. When he walked in, she glanced over her shoulder, her eyes moving from his face down to his feet. "You look handsome," she said with a smile. She set her phone on the nightstand, stood up, and loosened her hair as she spoke. "Wait a few minutes. I might take a long time in the bath." Then she disappeared into the bathroom.
Ronan didn't know what to do, so he sat on the bed and waited. He heard the shower running, the sound of water splashing. Imagining her standing under it, naked and wet, made his face flush. His cock twitched, pressing against the bathrobe. He took deep breaths, trying to calm down.
Twenty minutes later, she stepped out. She'd taken her time, and now she wore only a bathrobe. It was big, wrapped tightly around her body, showing off every detail. Her black hair was soaked, dripping water down her shoulders and onto the robe. Tiny drops clung to the ends, falling one by one. Steam drifted off her warm skin, rising in faint clouds around her. Her light brown skin glistened, still damp from the hot water, making it look smooth and soft.
The robe clung to her slim waist, hugging the gentle curve of her hips. Her breasts pressed against the fabric, their full shape more obvious now than in her dress. The robe was long, covering her chest completely—no cleavage showed—but it stopped just above her knees. Her legs were bare from there down, smooth and toned, the water still shining on her skin. Each step she took left a faint wet mark on the floor.
Ronan stared, his breath catching. She was stunning, and his body reacted instantly. The bulge in his bathrobe was obvious now. Xyaa noticed it and smirked. "You're ready to go? Don't finish in a second, okay?"
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