"You told me not to come out. My whole body was wet, and the clothes sticking to me were really uncomfortable, so I just wanted to take a bath..."

Orson blinked his eyes innocently, looked up at her, and explained in a hushed tone.

Then he pointed to the side.

Cisco turned her head to glance, and her cheeks flushed as if set ablaze.

Lying on the washbasin were the man's swimming trunks and briefs.

A casual look was enough to tell they were thoroughly soaked.

This made her recall the scene where she'd kissed Orson earlier.

She realized then that she'd wrongly accused him.

"You... you put on your clothes first."

Turning around, she saw his bare upper body and instinctively stepped back, trying to slip away.

The man's long arm hooked around her waist, preventing her escape and pulling her into his embrace.

"Sister, did I do something wrong?"

His scorching breath fanned the edge of Cisco's ear.

In mere seconds, the delicate, jade - like skin there turned bright red.

Cisco tried to pry his hand off, and with some effort, she managed to turn around.

"No, nothing's wrong..." she replied meekly.

But feeling as if she was the one at fault, Cisco puffed out her chest and said firmly,.

"Alright, you've finished your bath. Hurry up and get dressed. You don't want to catch a cold later!"

"Really? Sister, are you worried about me?"

Orson's eyes sparkled with a smile.

"You... you're overthinking," Cisco blushed and spat.

"Sister, I've noticed that you're soft all over, except for your stubborn mouth."

Orson continued to tease her with a mischievous grin, eager to see how long she could hold out.

"Hmph, I'm not a duck,"

Cisco shot him a sidelong glance.

But the look was so soft it seemed more like a flirtatious one.

Orson stopped teasing her and pressed her close to his chest.

His chin gently rested on her shoulder as he savored this brief moment of tranquility.

"Hey, you're not falling asleep, are you? Hurry up and get dressed..."

Cisco pushed against the man's strong waist and abdomen, but it was like pushing against a wall.

The two were in an intimate embrace, and an ambiguous air hung thick around them.

"Don't move,"

Orson suddenly grabbed her fidgeting little hand, his voice hoarse, as if suppressing something.

"W - what's wrong?"

Cisco was startled by his sudden move and didn't dare move her hand any further.

"The strap of your swimsuit is loose.

Let me tie it for you."

As he spoke, Orson placed one hand on her waist and lifted her onto the washbasin.

His six - foot - three frame gave him an imposing, almost predatory air.

Cisco felt a chill as the loose bathrobe somehow slipped halfway down her legs.

Looking at the man's approaching face, a warm breath passed in a flash, and the next second, their cheeks were nearly touching.

His long arms reached around her chest, precisely targeting the loose strap around her neck.

The intense heat radiating from the man made Cisco uneasy due to their close proximity.

"A - are you done?"

Cisco couldn't help biting her lower lip, her eyes darting nervously.

"Sister, will you be with me?"

Orson deliberately slowed his movements, his fingertips occasionally grazing her fair back, making Cisco tremble involuntarily.

"Sister, if you don't answer me, I can't seem to get this strap tied,"

Orson continued to tease her with a sly smile.

"But I..."

Cisco was at a loss.

She'd just broken up and wasn't ready to jump into a new relationship so soon.

Maybe it would start sweet, but who could endure the so - called "couple's rut" a few years down the line?

Seeing Cisco's hesitation, Orson had a hunch. A shadow of resentment crossed his eyes.

That scumbag Allen was to blame!

Deciding not to press the issue, he had an idea.

"Sister, I did as you said. I didn't run around or cause any trouble. I was a good boy. Were you trying to blame me just now?"

Orson withdrew his hand, his expression the picture of aggrieved.

With his tall build, it was almost comical. He looked forlorn and dejected.

Cisco felt her throat go dry. The thick, steamy air made her heart melt a little.

This man was ridiculously handsome!

She was propping herself up on the washbasin with her hands, and the charged atmosphere between them was palpable.

Her arms began to ache, and her body grew stiff, yet Cisco didn't even dare to breathe too loudly.

With difficulty, she swallowed, and looking at Orson, who seemed determined to stay until he got an answer, her head started to pound.

"Help! Someone tell me how to deal with this situation!"

Cisco inwardly exclaimed. Her eyes, however, involuntarily drifted to the prominent collarbone in front of her.

It had to be said that Orson was not only good - looking but had an amazing body.

His muscular lines were incredibly sexy, and further down, the sexual tension was off the charts. His wild allure was overwhelming.

In the past, Cisco would've flat - out refused. But now, she thought it was better to live in the moment rather than worry about the future.

Cisco decided to be bold.

To hell with scumbag ex - boyfriends and love!

Throwing caution to the wind, she closed her eyes and offered her lips.

Orson was completely taken aback by her response and dropped his act of the innocent puppy.

Before Cisco could do anything else, his long arms tightly encircled her neck, and their lips met in a fierce kiss.

The domineering, intense atmosphere filled the bathroom once more.

The poor bathrobe was torn in two and discarded haphazardly on the floor.

Their lips and tongues intertwined, strands of saliva glistening between them.

She tried to escape but found herself trapped.

And attempted to hide, but there was no place to go.

Through the half - open bathroom door, she could see the full - length mirror by the entrance.

There she was, sitting on the washbasin with a flushed face, her eyes brimming with emotion. The tall man held her tightly, and they were nearly naked, with only the billowing steam barely concealing their private parts.

Cisco felt as if she was on the verge of suffocation, and only then did the man in front of her slowly release her.

"Sister, don't forget to think about me..." Orson said in a low, almost pleading voice.

He was too afraid to tell her that he was truly, madly in love with her, the kind of love at first sight that would make him lay down his life for her.

Cisco didn't know how to respond. She could only feebly place her hand on his chest.

When her fingertips touched his skin, they curled slightly from the heat, and her strength waned.

A few hours later, Cisco was lying in the hotel bed.

She'd pulled the covers over her head, hiding herself completely. Recalling what had happened, she was mortified.

She couldn't fathom how she, usually so reserved, could have done something so audacious!

"Cisco, you're welcome to burst into the bathroom anytime in the future..."

The man's soft laughter made Cisco wish she could disappear through the floor.

Orson's gaze was more intense than ever, with a hint of something darker.

He guided her small hand to his chest. The strong, rhythmic thumping of his heart made Cisco's face turn red again.

"If you're not happy next time, you can punish me anytime..."