Chapter 529 This Scent is Kinda Sexy
Villain Ch 529. This Scent is Kinda Sexy
"Thanks," she replied to the receptionist with a grateful smile, accepting the food bag. Vivian couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nerves.
"Let's go up," she suggested, leading the way toward the elevator.
"Okay," Allen replied, the corners of his lips quirking into a warm smile
Allen followed, a casual yet eager demeanor about him. The door slid open, and as they stepped inside, Vivian felt a subtle flutter in her chest. The elevator doors closed, encapsulating them in a shared space that seemed to hold the promise of an evening filled with shared laughter, genuine connection, and perhaps a sprinkle of the unexpected. The subtle hum of the elevator and the anticipation in the air.
The soft ping signaled their arrival on Vivian's floor, and she led the way to her apartment. As she unlocked the door, she couldn't help but steal a glance at Allen. His presence felt comforting, and the prospect of spending the night together held a charm that she couldn't describe.
Vivian led Allen into her apartment, the door creaking softly as it closed behind them. The cozy ambiance of her living space enveloped them in warmth. "Make yourself at home," she offered, a gentle smile on her lips.
"Thanks," Allen replied, glancing around the room appreciatively. His eyes lingered on the cute and fashionable decor, creating an inviting atmosphere that felt uniquely Vivian. The soft lighting in the room created a cozy ambiance, accentuating the subtle scent of her favorite vanilla-scented candle.
As Allen began to take off his shoes and jacket, Vivian busied herself in the small kitchenette, retrieving the food. "This is the first time I've let someone stay over. Except the last time, of course. That doesn't count since we both were tipsy," she admitted with a touch of nervousness. "I'm not sure what I should prepare, so I hope sweet potato and vegetable bites are okay."
Allen chuckled, a reassuring warmth in his voice. "That should be more than enough."
Vivian sighed with relief, placing the food on the table. "Good to hear. Let me know if you need anything else. Oh, and feel free to sit wherever you like."
Allen glanced around the room and then looked at Vivian. "Where can I put my bag?" he inquired, gesturing to the gym bag slung over his shoulder.
Vivian thought for a moment before pointing to the sofa. "Just throw it there. I'll get it out of the way later. Make yourself comfortable."
With a nod of appreciation, Allen carefully placed his gym bag on the sofa, ensuring it rested comfortably without disturbing the room's neat aesthetics. He brought some extra clothes, just in case he needed them.
In a moment of quiet, he watched her, appreciating the grace with which she moved around her living space.
Feeling an impulsive surge of affection, Allen decided to act on the connection they were building. He approached Vivian with a quiet, deliberate step. His arms encircled her waist from behind, pulling her gently into an embrace. The warmth of his body pressed against her back, and his chest met the soft curve of her shoulders. It was a simple yet intimate gesture, a silent acknowledgment of the closeness between them.
The scent of Vivian's hair, a delicate blend of her shampoo and a subtle hint of perfume, filled Allen's senses. He closed his eyes briefly, savoring the moment.
A sudden stillness descended upon her. Her hands, once occupied with arranging the sweet potato and vegetable bites, froze in mid-air. The rhythmic beating of her heart transformed into a rapid, almost chaotic drumming beneath her chest.
The faint scent of Allen's musk, intertwined with the aroma of the food, tickled her nose. It was an unexpected intrusion, yet one that brought with it a soothing reassurance. In that moment, Vivian felt a curious mix of vulnerability and comfort. The apartment seemed to dim around them, the ambient sounds fading into a muffled backdrop.
Her body, as if taking its cue from some unspoken agreement, decided to pause. The world outside seemed to hold its breath, giving room for the sensations within. Vivian's mind, a canvas of swirling emotions, absorbed the warmth of Allen's touch. It was a touch that declared a silent promise – he was there with her, at that moment.
For a suspended moment, Vivian stood in the embrace, allowing herself to feel the reassuring pulse of Allen's heartbeat against her back.
Allen's face lowered, nestling against the side of Vivian's neck. His lips, gentle as a whisper, pressed against her skin. A soft sigh escaped her lips, caught between surprise and delight. His eyes, though hidden from view, admired the cute outfit she had chosen. It was a subtle and sweet choice, echoing the delicate charm that defined her.
The scent of her perfume wafted up to meet him. Allen's olfactory senses, surprisingly attuned to such nuances, recognized the fragrance immediately. He pulled back slightly, a playful glint in his eyes.
"Night Demon by Lilith?" he guessed, the corners of his lips quirking into a knowing smile.
Vivian's voice, a mix of astonishment and amusement, finally broke the brief silence. "How do you know that?" There was a hint of a stammer in her words, but it only added a charming rhythm to her inquiry.
Allen chuckled, the sound low and warm. "I once accompanied a friend to buy a perfume gift for his girlfriend," he explained, his gaze locking onto hers. "There were several that caught my attention, and this is one of them." His confession hung in the air, laden with a quiet honesty. "And," he continued, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "I'd say this scent is kinda sexy." He admitted his personal opinion with a playful grin.
"R-Really? I think we have the same taste then," Vivian stammered, her voice carrying a mixture of surprise and bashfulness. A rosy hue crept up her cheeks, adding a charming flush to her complexion. With a subtle, self-conscious smile, she moved her hands to continue arranging the food from its packaging to the plate.
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