Love Unspoken

Alexander's voice was deep and magnetic, his breath brushing against Quinn's ear, setting off a ticklish sensation. She lowered her head, her eyes tracing the patterns on his sweater as her heart pounded in her chest. "Because you got sick, you started misbehaving?" Alexander's words hung in the air. Quinn, slightly startled, lifted her head to meet his gaze. His eyes were deep, unfathomable.

They were married. Quinn's heart was in turmoil. She had always wanted to marry Alexander, but not this version of him. However, he was indeed Alexander, unmistakably so, and she couldn't deny this marriage just because she was sick. She loved Alexander, that was beyond doubt. Regardless of what form he took, he was still the man she loved. Her inability to accept him didn't negate her love for him. Quinn's emotions were a whirlwind, her feelings complex and tangled. After a moment of silence, Quinn's resistant gaze softened. She shook her head slightly, her eyes reflecting her internal struggle. Alexander's fingers lightly brushed her cheek, his voice a whisper, "So now, what should you do?" Perhaps his gentleness was disarming, causing Quinn to momentarily forget his usually cold demeanor.

Suppressing her nervousness, she leaned towards him, her lips seeking his. But in the next moment, Alexander turned his head, avoiding her kiss. Quinn froze, her mind racing. Had she crossed a line? Perhaps his words held a different meaning.

Alexander pulled her closer, pressing her head against his chest. His voice was a whisper in her ear, "Take out your phone, open the camera, and record it." His breath grazed her ear, "This way, you won't forget in the future." Quinn stiffened, her eyes wide with surprise. She lifted her head to look at him, his smile was slight, tempting, no different from the man in her memory. He was still him, capable of returning to his old self at any time. He could always become the person Quinn loved the most.

"Go ahead," he urged. Quinn bit her lip, hesitated for a moment, but complied. She sat up, took out her phone, and opened the camera. She placed the phone on the bedside table, adjusting it to capture the scene.

"Get something to prop it up," Alexander instructed. Quinn fetched a tissue box to support the phone, using a half-empty bottle of mineral water to stabilize it. The camera now captured both the bed and the bedside.

Her face flushed as she returned to the bed, Alexander's arms encircling her waist. He positioned her on his lap, leaning against the head of the bed. The phone screen showed a clear recording.

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"Now we can begin," he said, his hands cradling her crimson cheeks. Quinn lowered her head, gathering her courage. After a moment, she lifted her head and leaned in to kiss him. Her hands wrapped around his neck, her lips clumsily meeting his.

Despite her mental lapse, her body remembered. As she kissed him, she felt a sense of familiarity. But Alexander seemed to think she was too slow. He pinched her waist and turned her around, their positions switched in a dizzying whirl. He held Quinn's waist with one hand, supporting the back of her head with the other, kissing her forcefully.

Quinn was almost breathless under his intense kiss. Alexander turned off the room's light, leaving only the two dim and ambiguous lights at the head of the bed, casting long shadows in the room.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.