Roses for tomorrow

“Love, did you get insurance for the ticket?” the brunette asked, her tone soft but slightly strained. She sat at her desk, meticulously scanning the flight details for what felt like the hundredth time. Her fingers tapped lightly against the mouse, her brow furrowed in concentration. In two days, Fahlada and Earn would be flying to Thailand—a familiar trip for them both, but one they’d never taken together. This was their first time traveling as a couple, and everything about it felt significant.

For Fahlada, this trip wasn’t just about flying together. It carried a weight she couldn’t ignore. When they arrived, she would meet Earn’s parents—her mother, in particular. The thought sent waves of anxiety through her chest. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to meet them; she did. But the pressure to make a good impression, to prove herself worthy of Earn, was almost unbearable. So much so that every little thing—like double-checking flight details or confirming insurance—felt like a critical piece of a fragile puzzle.

“Hey,” Earn’s voice broke through her spiraling thoughts. The blonde reached over and gently closed the laptop before moving to sit on Fahlada’s lap. She straddled her with ease, cupping her lover’s face with warm, steady hands. “Baby, are you okay?” she whispered, her voice tender and full of concern. Her arms slipped around Fahlada’s shoulders, pulling her closer as her eyes searched the brunette’s face. “You look so tense.”

Fahlada hesitated, her eyes darting away. “Yeah, yeah,” she replied, her voice a little too quick and defensive. “I was just asking about the ticket and—”

Earn silenced her with a kiss, soft but deliberate, cutting off the excuse before it could spiral further. When she pulled away, her lips curved into a small, knowing smile as a blush spread across Fahlada’s cheeks.

“Now,” Earn said gently, brushing a strand of dark hair away from her lover’s face, “talk to me. Be honest.” Her tone left no room for deflection.

Fahlada’s shoulders sagged as the tension began to unravel. “I-I’m a little bit… stressed,” she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She fidgeted with the hem of Earn’s shirt, avoiding her gaze. “We’re going home together, and I’m going to meet your family. Your mother. What if she doesn’t like me? What if I mess up?”
Earn tilted her head slightly, her expression softening as she listened. She didn’t interrupt, letting Fahlada pour out her worries.
“I just… I want to make a good impression,” Fahlada continued, her words rushing out now. “And I know how much your mom means to you, so if I don’t… if she thinks I’m not good enough—”

“Stop,” Earn interjected gently, pressing a finger to Fahlada’s lips. Her voice was calm but firm. “Baby, listen to me. My mom is going to love you. How could she not? You’re kind, thoughtful, and the most amazing person I’ve ever met. She’ll see that. I see that every single day.”
Fahlada blinked, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. “You really think so?” she asked, her voice trembling with a mix of hope and vulnerability.

“I know so,” Earn replied, her lips curving into a reassuring smile. “Plus you two already talk to each other through the phone, isn’t it?” She said leaning in, pressing a kiss to Fahlada’s forehead before resting hers against it. “And even if something doesn’t go perfectly, it’s okay. You don’t have to be perfect. You just have to be yourself, and that’s more than enough.”
Fahlada closed her eyes, letting the weight of Earn’s words sink in. For the first time in days, she felt her chest loosen, the anxiety ebbing away just a little. Since her comeback from Paris, the two lovers were slightly busy with their trip and its organization. She wrapped her arms around Earn’s waist, pulling her closer.
“Thank you,” she murmured softly, her voice muffled against Earn’s shoulder.
Earn held her tighter, stroking her hair. “Always, baby. Always.”

Fahlada was happy—truly happy—to have Earn as her significant other. The blonde had an undeniable soothing effect on her, a calming presence that seemed to wrap her in warmth no matter the circumstances. For Fahlada, it was a reassuring reminder of why she had fallen for her in the first place. Earn’s ability to bring peace and stability into her life felt like a gift she didn’t take for granted.
Earn, however, was anything but nervous. She wasn’t just fine with the situation—she was excited. Meeting the parents, embarking on this trip together, showing Fahlada’s friends and family just how serious she was about their relationship—it all felt like the natural next step. Sure, they were already official, but this meeting would make it officially official, and Earn couldn’t wait. She could already picture herself confidently taking Fahlada’s hand in front of her parents, showing them how deeply she adored the brunette.

If the blonde had any reason to worry, it wasn’t about the introductions or the trip. No, the only thing that gave her pause was the surprise she’d been planning for weeks—a romantic getaway to Japan. She had carefully booked every detail, pouring her energy into creating a magical experience for the two of them. Earn wanted this to be more than just a vacation; she wanted it to be a memory they’d cherish forever. But as excited as she was about the trip, she couldn’t help but feel a tiny flicker of nerves. Would Fahlada love it as much as she hoped? Since the brunette came back from Paris (suitcase full of gifts and souvenirs for Earn) the younger didn’t have the opportunity to gave them to her lover, and she didn’t know when the perfect moment will be.

Still, despite the flurry of plans and surprises, Earn’s excitement outshone everything else. She couldn’t wait to share these moments with Fahlada—to celebrate their love and build new memories together. Whatever lay ahead, she knew they would face it hand in hand.

Lost in her thoughts, the blonde didn’t notice her girlfriend approaching from behind. Fahlada moved quietly, sliding her arms gently around Earn’s waist and pulling her into a warm embrace. She pressed a soft kiss to Earn’s shoulder, her lips lingering just long enough to make her presence known.
“Can I take you out tonight?” Fahlada whispered, her voice low and filled with affection. Before Earn could respond, the brunette leaned in and placed another kiss on the curve of her neck, her lips brushing against Earn’s skin like a feather.
Earn let out a light chuckle, the corners of her mouth curling into a smile as she turned around to face her lover. Wrapping her arms around Fahlada’s shoulders, she gazed at her with fondness in her eyes. “You’re so cute asking like this,” she teased, her voice playful yet brimming with love. She leaned forward and kissed Fahlada’s nose, eliciting a small laugh from her.

“My baby’s so polite,” Earn added, her tone both teasing and tender. She let her fingers trail down the back of Fahlada’s neck, her touch as soft as her words making the older shiver. Moments like this, filled with quiet affection and easy laughter, reminded them both of the bond they shared—one built on love, trust, and the small, precious gestures that made every day feel special.
“Where are you taking me?” she asked softly, her voice laced with curiosity as she leaned in, brushing their noses together in a tender gesture.

“It’s a secret,” Fahlada replied with a playful grin, her dark eyes sparkling mischievously. The warmth of her smile deepened, crinkling the corners of her eyes until they almost disappeared. “But if you really want to know…” she added, her voice dropping into a teasing tone, “you’ll have to pay the price.”
The brunette’s expression was smug, her confidence radiating in a way that made Earn’s heart skip a beat.
“Is that so?” Earn whispered, a smirk tugging at her lips. She closed the distance between them, her breath mingling with Fahlada’s for just a moment before she pressed a soft, lingering kiss to her girlfriend’s lips. The contact was warm, fleeting yet electrifying, leaving them both smiling as their foreheads rested gently against each other.
“You didn’t give enough,” the brunette murmured, her tone soft but teasing as her fingers delicately brushed against Earn’s glossy lips, fixing the slight smudge from their kiss. “You know life’s expensive.” Her smile was playful, but her touch lingered, betraying a tenderness she couldn’t hide.
Earn couldn’t help but smile at the sight of Fahlada so caught in the moment. The way her girlfriend’s gaze softened, her usually confident demeanor giving way to something quieter, made her chest swell with affection.
“Well,” Earn said with a sly grin, leaning closer until their faces were barely an inch apart, “you’re the one setting the price. Maybe you should be clearer next time.”

Fahlada chuckled, her cheeks flushing as she tilted her head. “So, I should listen my customer advice.” she replied, her voice low and playful, her eyes never leaving Earn’s.
The blonde leaned back slightly, her grin growing wider as she laced her fingers with Fahlada’s. “So, Miss Price Setter, where are you really taking me? Or do I need to pay a little more?”
Fahlada sighed softly, reluctantly pulling away from the kiss, though her smile lingered. “Well, a little bit of this,” she said, tapping Earn’s lips lightly with her finger, “is always welcome—and always wanted.” Her voice was light, but the warmth in her gaze betrayed her affection.
She leaned back slightly, her smile turning playful. “But no more telling,” she added firmly, crossing her arms in mock defiance.
Earn pouted dramatically, her lips forming a perfect curve as she tilted her head. “You’re no fun,” she teased, leaning in to press another soft kiss against Fahlada’s lips.
The brunette huffed, though her resolve was clearly faltering. “You’re a bad commercial,” Earn said with a grin, her words muffled as she continued her actions, trailing her lips against Fahlada’s in a series of gentle pecks. “But you’re too damn cute,” she added, her tone playful but sincere.
This time, she deepened the kiss, her arms looping around Fahlada’s waist, pulling her closer. Fahlada’s crossed arms slowly gave way, her hands moving to rest lightly on Earn’s shoulders as the kiss grew longer, filled with a mix of sweetness and passion that made her smile even as she surrendered.
“Fine,” Fahlada murmured breathlessly as they finally pulled apart, her forehead resting against Earn’s. “Maybe I’m a terrible commercial, but you’re a terrible distraction.”
“And yet,” Earn replied with a grin, “you can’t seem to resist me.”
Fahlada chuckled, shaking her head as her fingers brushed along Earn’s jawline. “I suppose I don’t want to.”

“But I may add,” the brunette continued, her voice soft yet teasing as her fingers gently traced along Earn’s cheek, “if I were a better commercial, I’d have more customers.” She paused, her eyes locking with Earn’s, a playful glint dancing in them. “But I only want one.”
Earn felt her heart skip a beat at those words, her lips curving into a slow smile. “Oh?” she replied, tilting her head as her arms tightened slightly around Fahlada’s waist. “Lucky for you, I’m not in the market for competition.”
Fahlada chuckled, her cheeks tinting pink. “Good,” she said, brushing her thumb over Earn’s bottom lip, her gaze flickering down for just a moment before meeting her eyes again. “Because you’re the only one I’ve got my sights set on.”
Earn leaned in, her voice dropping into a soft whisper against Fahlada’s lips. “Then I guess we both win.”

And with that, she kissed her again, their laughter fading into the warmth of the moment, wrapped in the quiet intimacy of knowing they were exactly where they wanted to be—with each other.
“Now go get ready,” Fahlada said with a soft smile, brushing her lips against Earn’s one last time before pulling back. “Wear something you’re comfortable in—but keep it casual. Nothing too fancy.” Her tone was playful, but her gaze held an edge of excitement, as though she couldn’t wait for what was to come.
Earn nodded softly, her curiosity piqued, though she didn’t push for more details this time. Instead, she turned and made her way toward the bedroom, her steps light yet purposeful.
Fahlada watched her go, her arms folding across her chest as a knowing smile spread across her face. She could feel her heart flutter with anticipation. “You’re going to love this,” she murmured under her breath, her voice low and full of promise, the words almost like a vow to herself.
As Earn disappeared into the bedroom, Fahlada busied herself with the finishing touches for the evening. She double-checked the small gift she’d tucked into her bag earlier, ensuring it was just right. The thought of seeing Earn’s reaction made her cheeks warm, her fingers nervously drumming against the table.

And the brunette was right—Earn truly did love their little date. Fahlada had planned the evening thoughtfully, starting with a visit to a charming doll and plushies store, knowing that Earn had an inexplicable fondness for these whimsical treasures. Earn’s face lit up as she admired the carefully crafted dolls and soft, colorful plushies, her enthusiasm contagious.
Afterward, the two made their way to a bustling fireworks festival. The air was filled with the scent of street food and the hum of excited chatter. As they found a cozy spot to watch the display, Earn’s eyes sparkled with delight. Each burst of vibrant color painted the night sky in vivid patterns—some forming intricate shapes that drew gasps from the crowd. Fahlada couldn’t help but steal glances at her girlfriend, captivated by the way her features glowed in the flickering light. Seeing Earn so mesmerized brought an unspoken joy to Fahlada’s heart, making the evening feel nothing short of magical.
Of course, her girlfriend caught her staring a little too often. Did it bother Earn? Absolutely not. In fact, she’d probably boast about it to her friends someday, laughing as she recounted how smitten Fahlada always looked.

But in this moment, Earn wasn’t thinking about bragging rights. She couldn’t help herself; every time she felt Fahlada’s lingering gaze, she leaned in and kissed her lover. Softly at first—a kiss on the cheek, a playful peck on the neck, a gentle press to the jawline. Then, finally, on the lips, each kiss lingering a little longer than the one before, the air between them growing warmer with every touch.

Earn had a gift for moments like this, a knack for making bold gestures look effortless. To anyone else, it might seem like a series of silly, tender kisses, but to Fahlada, it was so much more. Each kiss carried a hint of playful intensity, leaving her breathless, heart racing in a way she could never quite prepare for. Until, amidst the kisses, Fahlada felt something new-a faint pressure, followed by the slow, deliberate sensation of teeth sinking into her neck.
Her breath hitched, her heart skipping a beat at the unexpected boldness.
Earn didn't stop there. A soft, satisfied hum escaped her lips, vibrating against Fahlada's skin like a secret only they
shared. The sound was gentle, almost innocent, but the gesture itself sent a wave of warmth through Fahlada, leaving her both startled and utterly captivated.
Earn had always been unpredictable in the most intoxicating way, balancing playfulness with intensity. This moment was no different, a perfect mix of tenderness and daring that made it impossible for Fahlada to look away-or resist.
“W-what are you doing?” Fahlada whispered, her voice shaky between two labored breaths.
She felt Earn’s smile press against her pulse, the warmth of it sending a shiver racing down her spine. The blonde didn’t answer right away, instead letting the silence build as she tilted her head, her nose brushing a slow, teasing path along Fahlada’s collarbone.

“Me?” Earn finally replied, her voice light and laced with mischief. “I’m simply enjoying the fireworks.”
Before Fahlada could even process the words, Earn’s teeth found her skin again, sinking in just enough to make her gasp. The bite wasn’t harsh, but it carried a weight of intention, playful and thrilling all at once.

By the time they finally made their way back to the car for their next destination, Fahlada was a flustered mess. Her cheeks burned with a deep crimson, and her breaths came unevenly, like she couldn’t quite catch her composure. Light, rosy marks dotted her skin, trailing from her jawline down to her collarbone, each one a vivid reminder of Earn’s boldness.
Meanwhile, the blonde sat in the passenger’s seat, practically glowing with satisfaction. A self-assured smile tugged at her lips as she stole glances at her girlfriend’s utterly flustered state. Earn looked as if she’d won a prize, her demeanor casual yet undeniably smug, clearly pleased with the evidence of her handiwork.

“You’re too cute,” Earn teased, her voice light, though her eyes glinted with mischief. She reached over, brushing a stray strand of hair from Fahlada’s reddened face.
Fahlada shot her a weak glare, but it was hopeless. She knew Earn had her completely wrapped around her finger.
Later they pulled up to a quaint little artisanal pizzeria tucked away in a cozy corner of town. The warm glow of the restaurant’s fairy lights and the inviting aroma of freshly baked pizza set a comforting mood. The two of them slid into a booth by the window, the atmosphere buzzing softly with the chatter of other diners.

The food was incredible. Between bites, the two shared stories, laughter filling the space between them. Fahlada found herself relaxing, her earlier flustered state giving way to genuine enjoyment as Earn teased her less and focused more on the moment.
She finally gave her girlfriend what she had wanted to offer since her return from Paris (beside all the other gifts she gave her) : a beautiful silver ring with ornate designs. She had taken another one for herself so they could match.

“I saw it while I was on my trip,” Fahlada explained, nervously rubbing the back of her neck. “It reminded me of you, but I wasn’t sure when would be the right time to give it to you. Right now felt… perfect.”
Earn stared at the ring for a moment, her smile growing softer with each passing second. She slipped it onto her finger, holding her hand up to admire how it fit. “It’s beautiful,” she said, her voice quiet but filled with emotion. “Thank you.”
Fahlada let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. “You like it?”

“Like it?” Earn chuckled, reaching across the table to take Fahlada’s hand. “I love it. Almost as much as I love you.”
Fahlada blinked, her heart skipping at the sudden words. Earn grinned at her reaction, her thumb brushing over Fahlada’s knuckles. “You’re incredible, you know that?” she said softly.
Later that night, when they came back from their date, their cheeks were sore from smiling so much, but neither cared. It felt like they were falling for each other all over again. In the quiet glow of their bedroom, they lay side by side on the bed, wrapped in soft pajamas, facing each other like the rest of the world didn’t matter.
Fahlada’s fingers moved slowly, tenderly, as she traced the curve of Earn’s cheek, the bridge of her nose, the line of her jaw. Her dark eyes drank in every inch of her lover’s face like she was afraid she’d forget it. Earn didn’t say anything at first—she just watched Fahlada with a small, almost shy smile, letting the moment stretch until it felt like it might burst.

Then, with a sudden little laugh, Earn caught Fahlada’s hand and brought it to her lips, kissing the matching silver ring that sat on her finger. The gesture was soft, but her kiss lingered just long enough to send a shiver up Fahlada’s spine.
“I’m so in love with you,” Fahlada whispered, her voice catching a little as she gently cupped Earn’s face in her hands. Her thumbs brushed over the blonde’s cheeks as if trying to touch her very soul. “I love you so much.”
Earn didn’t reply right away; she just leaned in and nudged her forehead against Fahlada’s, her breath warm and shaky. “I love you too,” she finally murmured, her voice barely more than a whisper.
“You’re too good to be real,” Earn murmured, her voice low and tender, as if the words were meant to be heard only by Fahlada and no one else. “You’re the most beautiful prayer a human could ever make.” She let their noses graze together, the faintest touch, but enough to send Fahlada’s heart into a frenzy.

The brunette felt herself melt, her chest tightening at the raw sincerity in Earn’s voice. Her cheeks flushed, her lips trembling into a shy smile. “You have no idea what you do to me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.
But before Fahlada could say more, Earn gently pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, lingering just long enough to make the brunette’s heart swoon. When she pulled back, her eyes were sparkling with something playful yet shy. “And…I’ve got a little something for you, too,” she said, her voice soft but tinged with nervous excitement.
Earn turned around, reaching toward the small table beside the bed. Her girlfriend watched with a curious tilt of her head as the blonde retrieved an envelope, her hands trembling just slightly as she held it. Her lips parted, but Earn silenced her with a smile, her gaze warm and filled with love.

“It’s for you… just for you. But if you don’t like it—” Earn began, her voice faltering as nerves bubbled to the surface.
“Love,” Fahlada interrupted softly, reaching out to pull Earn closer. She brought the blonde’s hand to her lips, pressing a tender kiss to the back of it. Her dark eyes locked onto Earn’s with unwavering affection. “I’ll love everything about you—everything you do, and everything you will do. Always.”
Earn let out a shaky little laugh, her cheeks flushing as a smile broke through her nervousness. Finally, she handed the envelope to Fahlada, her fingers brushing against her girlfriend’s.
The moment Fahlada opened it, her reaction was immediate. Her eyes went wide, and her jaw dropped as she stared at the contents, blinking in disbelief. “Is… is this real?” she stammered, her voice shaky as she looked up at Earn with a mix of awe and confusion.

Earn gave a sheepish grin, running a hand through her blonde hair. “It’s real,” she said, her voice gentle but proud. “I planned it all, just for us.”

Fahlada didn’t even wait to hear the details. Her heart was already bursting, her emotions too overwhelming to hold back. Without thinking, she went in the top of the blonde pinning her down the bed, closing the distance between them, capturing Earn’s lips in a deep, impassioned kiss. It wasn’t just gratitude—it was love, pure and raw, pouring out of her as she held her girlfriend close, silently thanking her for everything she was and everything they shared.

"And you're saying I'm the good one?"
Fahlada's voice was a low, teasing whisper, her breath tickling Earn's ear before her teeth grazed the sensitive lobe. Earn shivered at the contact, her knees almost buckling as a soft whimper escaped her lips. The heat of Fahlada's proximity made her heart race, and a flush began creeping up her neck.
"Every time I think I couldn't love you more, you prove me wrong," Fahlada continued, her words dripping with affection as her lips began their descent along Earn's neck. Earn barely managed to hold back a gasp when those lips found the delicate pulse point beneath her jaw, kissing it with maddening precision. The sensation sent sparks through her entire body, and her fingers clutched at Fahlada's shoulders, desperate for some kind of anchor. When Fahlada's tongue pressed against one of the most sensitive spots on her neck, Earn's breath hitched audibly, her chest rising and falling rapidly. The attention to that single area made her toes curl, her mind spiraling into a haze of warmth and pleasure. "B-baby," she stammered, her voice trembling, but the brunette only smirked against her skin before biting this exact spot, making the blonde moan.
Fahlada's kisses deepened, alternating between sucking and nipping at the same sensitive areas, her movements slow and deliberate. Earn let out a shaky moan, her head tilting instinctively to give her girlfriend better access. Her body felt boneless, utterly helpless under Fahlada's skilled ministrations.

"I swear, I'll die from loving you too much," Fahlada murmured, her voice vibrating against Earn's skin. The blonde’s legs wobbled as she clung tighter to her girlfriend, her breath coming in shallow, uneven bursts. Every touch, every kiss, seemed to unravel her, leaving her utterly lost in the moment.
Fahlada's lips traced a slow, deliberate path from Earn's neck to the sharp curve of her jaw, each kiss maddeningly gentle and teasing. The sensation sent
Earn spiraling into a haze of anticipation, her breath hitching as her chest rose and fell in rhythm with her racing heart.
When the brunette finally reached her lips, she paused, her mouth hovering just close enough for Earn to feel the ghost of her breath. The brunette smirked, taking sweet pleasure in teasing her lover, watching the need grow on her face. The first kiss was soft-almost too soft-like a whisper against Earn's trembling mouth. Fahlada kissed her slowly, agonizingly slowly, until Earn felt like she might combust from the tension.

And then it happened. When Fahlada's tongue pressed lightly against her lips, coaxing them apart, Earn let out a shaky gasp. The sensation was enough to send a surge of heat through her entire body, but it didn't stop there.
Fahlada traced Earn's lower lip with deliberate care with her tongue, lingering with such intensity that Earn's knees started to shake. By the time Fahlada kissed her fully, it was far from gentle. Her lips moved with unrestrained urgency, her tongue slipping past Earn's to claim her completely. The blonde whimpered into the kiss, her body arching instinctively toward her girlfriend, craving more. The kiss consumed her, stealing her breath and drawing soft, desperate moans from her lips. Every stroke, every flick of Fahlada's tongue left her trembling, her fingers digging into the brunette's shoulders, holding on as if letting go might shatter her entirely.

The blonde arched her back, her body instinctively seeking more contact, a silent plea that Fahlada was more than willing to answer. The brunette's hands slid beneath Earn's shirt, her fingers ghosting over the soft skin of her waist.
Her touch was gentle at first, a whisper of sensation that sent shivers racing down Earn's spine.
Fahlada's fingertips danced higher, tracing slow, deliberate circles as they made their way to the delicate curve of her back. When she finally reached the small dimples just above Earn's lower back, she paused, her touch featherlight and maddeningly teasing.

Earn whimpered, her breaths coming in shallow, shaky gasps. Her head tilted back, exposing the flushed column of her neck as she clutched at Fahlada's shoulders, desperate for stability. But Fahlada wasn't about to make it easy for her.
With a sly grin, Fahlada let her fingers linger at the edges of those dimples, tracing lazy patterns that made Earn squirm beneath her touch, arching her back more. The sensation was agonizingly sweet, a tantalizing promise of what was to
come.
And then, without warning, Fahlada dipped two fingers into the dimples, pressing firmly but gently, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through Earn's body.
The blonde’s reaction was immediate. A soft cry escaped her lips, her knees threatening to give out as her body trembled under her girlfriend’s skilled hands.
"F-Fahlada," she stammered, her voice a breathy mix of frustration and desire, her nails digging into her girlfriend's shoulders.
Fahlada leaned in close, her lips brushing against Earn's ear as she whispered, "You're so sensitive here, aren't you?" Her tone was low and sultry, filled with a teasing edge that made Earn shiver even more.

“You’re not fair,” Earn finally managed, her voice barely above a whisper, trembling with need.
“I never said I play fair,” Fahlada murmured, her lips brushing against Earn’s skin with every word.
Her fingers dipped once more into the dimples of Earn's back, her nails scratching lightly over the sensitive spots. The touch sent a jolt through Earn, her hips bucking involuntarily as a desperate whimper escaped her lips. She bit down on it, trying to suppress a breathy moan.
"My love's a good girl, right?" Fahlada purred, her voice low and teasing as her fingers toyed with the hem of Earn's pants, tugging at it just enough to make her shiver.
Earn's head dropped to the crook of
Fahlada's neck, her teeth sinking into
her girlfriend's skin in a sudden attempt to stifle the noises threatening to escape. The sharp bite drew a low, guttural growl from Fahlada, her eyes fluttering shut as a wave of pleasure rolled through her. Her breath hitched, and for a moment, the teasing edge in her voice was replaced with something
raw and unguarded.

Fahlada's growl shifted into a breathy chuckle, her fingers sliding from Earn's dimples to trace the curve of her hips.
She let her hands wander, deliberately slow, savoring the way Earn melted under her touch. "That's right," she whispered against the blonde's ear, her breath hot and teasing. "My good girl knows exactly how to beg without saying a word."
Earn shivered, the weight of Fahlada's words sinking into her chest. She bit harder at the brunette's neck, her soft, desperate noises muffled against her skin. The bite left a faint mark, and Fahlada hissed softly, a wicked grin tugging at her lips. "Mark me all you want, love. You know I don't mind being yours."

As Earn pulled back, her lips parted, her breath ragged, and her flushed cheeks betrayed how deeply Fahlada's teasing unraveled her. But the brunette wasn't done.
Her hands dipped lower, sliding under the waistband of Earn's pants just enough to brush against bare skin.
Earn gasped, her fingers clutching desperately at Fahlada's shoulders, her entire body trembling. "Fahlada..." she whispered, her voice trembling, half a plea and half a warning.
Fahlada only leaned closer, her lips brushing against Earn's trembling mouth, her voice a low, dangerous whisper. "Say it, love. Tell me exactly what you want." Her eyes gleamed with a mix of tenderness and fire, watching Earn struggle to find the words, to give in completely.
Earn's resolve crumbled, her body arching into Fahlada's, her lips brushing against hers in a whisper of a kiss. "You.All of you." The words were barely audible, but they carried every ounce of her need.
Fahlada smirked, a slow, satisfied grin, before capturing Earn's lips in a searing kiss, her hands tightening their hold.
"Then take me, baby," she murmured between kisses, her voice thick with desire. "Every. Single. Piece."

The brunette pulled back, it wasn't to give Earn relief-it was to watch her, to take a mental picture of her state. Her lips were parted, swollen and glistening, her breath coming in short, uneven gasps.
Her eyes fluttered open, hazy and unfocused, her cheeks flushed with color. Fahlada grinned, pleased with the effect she had on her lover.

"You're so beautiful like this," she murmured, her voice low and intimate, as though the words were meant for Earn alone. One hand moved from Earn's waist to cradle her face, her thumb brushing over her flushed cheek.
"Completely undone. And all for me."
Earn opened her mouth to reply, but all that came out was a shaky breath as Fahlada tilted her head and pressed a featherlight kiss to the corner of her lips. The tenderness of it was a stark contrast to the fire from moments ago,but it was just as overwhelming. Earn's hands moved up to grip Fahlada's arms, her fingers trembling slightly.

“Y-you—what, I—” Earn stammered, her words tripping over each other as she tried, and failed, to form a coherent sentence. Her flushed cheeks, the slight quiver of her lips, and the wide, vulnerable look in her eyes were too much for Fahlada to handle.

Watching her girlfriend so flustered, so completely undone, only made Fahlada’s restraint unravel further. Her chest tightened, and the heat that had been simmering inside her threatened to boil over. Earn’s soft, trembling voice, paired with the way her hands fumbled to hold on to Fahlada, made it impossible to think straight.

The brunette swallowed hard, her breath uneven as she tried to steady herself. But Earn wasn’t helping. Not when she looked this pretty—her hair mussed, her lips kiss-swollen, her chest rising and falling with each shaky breath. Not when she was making those soft, breathy sounds that sent shivers racing down Fahlada’s spine.

“You’re so—” Fahlada began, her voice breaking slightly. She paused, her dark eyes raking over Earn’s face, as if trying to imprint every detail into her memory. “Beautiful,” she whispered at last, the word carrying the weight of her overwhelming emotions.

Before Earn could respond, Fahlada pulled her into a tight embrace, burying her face in the crook of her lover’s neck. The warmth of Earn’s body against her own was grounding, even as her heart thundered in her chest. “You have no idea what you do to me,” Fahlada murmured, her voice muffled but trembling with sincerity.

Earn let out a soft gasp at the sudden hug, her arms instinctively wrapping around Fahlada’s back. She could feel the brunette’s rapid heartbeat, the way her fingers clutched at her as if she were afraid to let go. The vulnerability in Fahlada’s actions made her own heart swell, and she tightened her hold, pressing her cheek against Fahlada’s temple.
This night the brunette kissed her girlfriend everywhere she could, trying to reach her soul. She didn’t stop, she didn’t let her girlfriend close one eye until, she felt Earn was drowning in love. She could spent a lifetime loving her, watching her, and it’ll never be enough.

Finally, the ‘big day’ arrived. The two lovers stood side by side at the airport, waiting in the brightly lit lounge to board their flight. The steady hum of announcements, the rolling of suitcases, and the murmur of travelers filled the air around them. Was Fahlada still stressed? More than ever. Her anxiety was palpable, radiating in every jittery movement she made. Did Earn notice it? Of course she did—how could she not? The frustration and tension etched on her girlfriend’s face were impossible to ignore.
At first, Earn tried to give Lada some space, thinking that stepping back might help ease her nerves. She avoided hovering, offering calm smiles and light touches, hoping they would reassure her. But nothing seemed to work. Instead, Lada’s anxiety only grew, manifesting in restless pacing back and forth across the lounge. Her eyes darted repeatedly to the boarding screen, as though willing it to display their gate information faster.

Other passengers, seated comfortably and lost in their own pre-flight rituals, began to take notice of her behavior. Some cast quick, curious glances her way, while others openly stared, their faces filled with mild confusion. But Lada didn’t seem to care—or perhaps she didn’t notice. She was too preoccupied, her thoughts a whirlwind of nervous anticipation.

Earn watched her quietly, her concern deepening.

She finally decided it was time to take matters into her own hands. Earn reached for Fahlada, who was still pacing back and forth like a restless shadow, and gently guided her to sit down. Before the brunette could protest or even open her mouth, Earn silenced her with a determined look and a soft touch.
“You know,” Earn began, her voice calm but filled with affection, “my girlfriend is the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Fahlada stared at her, utterly dumbfounded, the whirlwind of thoughts in her mind momentarily halting.
“She’s always thinking of me,” Earn continued, her eyes never leaving Fahlada’s. “She organizes the sweetest dates, even when her schedule is packed to the brim. Somehow, she always makes time for me.”
Earn’s voice softened as she leaned in closer. “She puts me first, even when she doesn’t have to. She buys me flowers—even though she’s allergic to them. She puts up with my stubbornness and listens to me go on and on, without a single complaint, no matter how much I talk.”
With a tender smile, she reached out and cupped Fahlada’s cheeks, her thumbs brushing away the stress etched there. “She pampers me, spoils me, and somehow never loses patience with me. Even when I’m being difficult, she never gets mad. Instead, she talks to me, works with me, and makes sure we’re always okay.”

Earn’s gaze softened even further as she reached for the ring on her finger, pressing a delicate kiss to it. “She prays for me,” she whispered, her voice almost breaking with emotion. Then, she leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on Fahlada’s forehead. “And she loves me very, very much.”
Fahlada blinked, her throat tightening as she processed the words. For a moment, the chaos in her mind disappeared, replaced by the warmth of Earn’s unwavering love. “And I cannot be more proud to present her to my parents.” She added with a smile.
“Love,” Fahlada whispered, her voice trembling. “I-I…” Her words faltered, the lump in her throat refusing to let her continue. Instead of finishing, she leaned in and pressed a sweet, tender kiss to the blonde’s lips, pouring everything she couldn’t say into that brief moment of connection.
Earn blinked in surprise but quickly melted into the kiss, her heart fluttering at the gesture. When Fahlada pulled back, there was a faint blush on her cheeks, and her eyes shimmered with emotion.
“Thanks,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper, but the sincerity behind it was unmistakable.
The brunette was still stressed, but it was more bearable. Overall, they had a great flight. Earn slept for most of it, while Fahlada ate. When the plane finally reached their home country, they couldn’t have been happier.

If Fahlada had to rate the experience of meeting each other’s peers and families, she would confidently give it an 8 out of 10. Why not a perfect 10 when it could have been? Well, she could break it down into three main points:

The first one: meeting Earn’s family.
Initially, Fahlada thought this would be the hardest part. Meeting Earn’s family in person felt intimidating, but to her surprise, it turned out to be much easier than expected. As soon as they cleared airport formalities and collected their luggage, they spotted both of their families waiting eagerly in the arrivals hall.
Earn was the first to react. The moment her eyes landed on her mom, she ran toward her without hesitation, throwing her arms around the older woman in a warm hug. Fahlada had seen Earn’s mother a few times over video calls, but seeing her in person was a completely different experience. There was no denying it—Earn looked so much like her.

“Dear!”
The familiar voices of her parents brought Fahlada out of her thoughts. She turned quickly, her eyes lighting up as she spotted them waving enthusiastically at her. Without hesitation, she walked briskly toward them and enveloped them in a tight hug.
“How’s my princess doing?” her father asked, his tone brimming with concern. “Are you tired? Did you sleep on the plane?”
“Let our daughter breathe, honey. Look at her,” her mother interjected, gently cupping Fahlada’s face. “Isn’t she prettier now?”

“Mom! Dad!” Fahlada huffed, laughing softly as her mother held her face between her hands. She switched her gaze between her parents, her eyes filled with warmth. Finally, she smiled and whispered, “I missed you,” before pulling them into another embrace.
“We’re so happy to see you too, dear. We missed you so much,” her mother said, her voice gentle as she cupped her daughter’s face once more.
The sweet moment was interrupted by a soft, familiar voice.
“Baby!”
Fahlada turned her head to find Earn standing with her entire family. They were watching her with kind, curious smiles, and her face grew warm under their gaze. Her mother’s hands still framed her cheeks as she blushed deeply. Gathering herself, she gently stepped away and clasped her hands together in a respectful wai, bowing slightly as she greeted Earn’s family.
“Hello, I’m Fahlada. I’m Earn’s… lover. It’s my pleasure to meet you,” she said nervously, her voice quiet but steady.
“Damn.”
The unfamiliar voice made the brunette raise her head, her brows furrowing slightly in confusion. Standing before her was a tall young man with striking features and jet-black hair. He was smirking.
“Seriously, how did you manage to pull an angel like this?” he asked, addressing Earn. “I mean, your flirting skills are as lame as your fac—”
Before he could finish, a sharp smack landed on the back of his head, courtesy of none other than Earn herself. The abrupt action made both Fahlada and her parents widen their eyes in surprise.
“Well, at least I have a pretty girlfriend,” Earn shot back, her tone sharp but playful. “Maybe the day you learn to shut your rotten mouth, someone might actually be interested in you.”
“I—”
“Kids!” Earn’s mother interrupted, stepping forward with an air of authority before the exchange could escalate any further. “No more fighting.”
The two siblings rolled their eyes but relented, pulling each other into a half-hearted hug under their mother’s watchful gaze. She looked on with pride, while Fahlada and her parents exchanged bewildered glances, clearly unaccustomed to such antics.
Finally, Earn’s mother turned her attention to Fahlada, a warm smile lighting up her face. “Hello, dear. Well, my daughter wasn’t lying—you’re absolutely stunning,” she said, stepping closer and enveloping the brunette in a gentle hug.
Fahlada flushed at the compliment but managed to smile shyly in return. “Thank you,” she murmured.
“And hello to you both,” Earn’s mother continued, turning to Fahlada’s parents with a polite nod. “You must be her parents, I presume?”
“Yes, we are,” Fahlada’s father responded, his tone courteous yet cautious.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Earn’s mother said warmly, extending her hand to shake theirs. “I’m Earn’s mother,” she added before gesturing to the two men standing nearby. “This is my son, the troublemaker you just met,” she said with a slight chuckle, pointing to the young man who still looked mildly annoyed from Earn’s smack. “And this,” she gestured to a reserved man standing quietly beside her, his expression calm but observant, “is my husband.”
If the first impression was chaotic the next part was cozy. The two families exchanged pleasantries, though Fahlada couldn’t help but notice Earn’s father seemed to be silently analyzing the situation. His gaze was unreadable, yet it didn’t feel unkind.

As Fahlada had expected, her parents eagerly invited Earn and her family to join them for dinner. Her mother, in particular, seemed utterly charmed by the blonde, showering her with compliments about her looks, her radiant smile, and even her laugh.
The tension in Fahlada’s chest began to ease as the evening unfolded.
Now, they were all gathered in one of her parents’ sprawling mansions, the grand yet cozy atmosphere helping everyone feel at ease. Conversations flowed smoothly, and laughter occasionally filled the room. From where she sat, Fahlada watched Earn’s brother engage in a lively discussion with her mother, while Earn herself had everyone else laughing at a joke she had just told.
For a moment, everything felt perfect. Fahlada allowed herself to relax, the sight of her loved ones bonding giving her a rare sense of peace.
But then, she felt it—a firm hand on her shoulder.
The brunette froze and turned slowly, her stomach twisting into a knot. Standing behind her was Earn’s father. He was a short man, yet his presence was undeniably imposing. His sharp, calculating eyes bore into her, and for the first time, Fahlada found herself lowering her gaze in fear.
If he were just a random man, she wouldn’t have cared. She was confident, used to holding her ground. But this wasn’t a random man—this was Earn’s father. She knew all too well how much he loved his “little princess” and how fiercely protective he was of his daughter.

“Let’s talk,” he said, his tone low but firm. It wasn’t a suggestion; it was an instruction.

Fahlada swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. She nodded mutely, standing up and leading him toward a quieter part of the house. Her heart pounded in her chest with every step, her mind racing with all the things he might say.

They walked in silence until they reached in one of the cabinet, the sound of their footsteps echoing faintly against the polished floors. The brunette’s heart was racing, and every instinct told her to look anywhere but at the man following her. They stopped in a small, private lounge at the far end of the hallway and gestured for him to sit on the leather sofa. She watched him, stiffly, her hands clasped tightly.
But Earn’s father didn’t sit right away. Instead, he stood by the large window, his hands tucked behind his back, his posture as rigid as his expression. The silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, until finally, he turned to face her.
“My daughter loves you,” he began, his tone measured and unreadable. “Deeply.” He paused, his sharp eyes fixed on Fahlada, who remained seated, her posture stiff with stress.
“When she was little,” he continued, his gaze distant for a moment as if recalling a fond memory, “she told me she’d only ever bring someone into this family if she thought they were worthy of her. Someone who would treat her the way she deserves to be treated.”
He stopped, letting the weight of his words settle in the air before turning his piercing gaze back to the brunette. Fahlada felt a lump in her throat, but she held his stare, even though her nerves screamed at her to look away.
“Because my little girl,” he said, his voice softening just slightly, “is a princess. Right?”
Fahlada nodded, her voice caught somewhere between her chest and her throat. Finally, she managed to speak, though it came out in a whisper. “Yes, sir. She is.”
He tilted his head slightly, scrutinizing her. “You’re quiet,” he remarked. “Is that because you’re afraid of me?”
Fahlada hesitated, then nodded again. “Yes, sir. I am,” she admitted honestly. “Not because I think you’re unkind, but because I respect how much you care about Earn. I know you’re only looking out for her, and that’s what makes me nervous. I—” She stopped, inhaling sharply before continuing. “I just want you to know that I feel the same way. I’ll do everything I can to make her happy.”

For a moment, the silence between them stretched unbearably long. Then, unexpectedly, a small chuckle escaped him.
“That’s an honest answer,” he said, leaning back slightly in his chair. “Earn said you were straightforward. I like that.”
Fahlada blinked, unsure if the tension had truly eased or if she was imagining it.
“I don’t expect you to be perfect, Fahlada,” he said, his tone turning more conversational. “But I do expect you to be there for her. Life has a way of throwing challenges at us when we least expect it. I just want to know that, when that happens, you won’t give up on her. Can you promise me that?”
“Yes, sir,” Fahlada said, her voice more confident now. “I promise.”
Earn’s father studied her a moment longer before giving a slow nod. “Good. I’ll hold you to that. I give you my daughter happy, and I hope you’re gonna keep it like this.”
He stood, signaling that their conversation was over, and gestured toward the door.
“Come on, let’s go back. You can breathe now,” the man said with a small grin, giving Fahlada’s shoulder a reassuring squeeze. “I didn’t plan on killing my daughter’s girlfriend tonight. I think you’ve had enough of my grilling for one evening.”
Relieved but still a little shaky, Fahlada let out a nervous chuckle and followed him back. When they returned to the lively gathering, nothing seemed to have changed—the room was still filled with the hum of conversation and bursts of laughter. For a first meeting, things hadn’t gone too badly. Earn’s family seemed warm enough, at least her mother and brother, who couldn’t stop teasing his older sister about her “pretty brunette.”
But her father? Fahlada wasn’t sure. Did he like her? Or was he simply tolerating her for Earn’s sake? Had she been polite enough? Or maybe she’d tried too hard? The questions buzzed in her head, each one amplifying her unease.
Excusing herself to the kitchen for a moment of quiet, she began replaying every interaction from the night. Every word, every gesture—she couldn’t stop obsessing over the little things. Was her laugh too loud? Should she have talked more? The weight of uncertainty pressed on her chest, making it hard to focus.
She was so lost in thought she didn’t even notice Earn silently slipping in behind her. It wasn’t until a familiar pair of arms spun her around that she realized she wasn’t alone. Before she could react, soft lips pressed against hers in a kiss that stole her breath and her spiraling worries.
“Nong!” Fahlada huffed, her cheeks flaming as she broke the kiss. “Our families are just outside—”
Her protest was cut off by another kiss, deeper this time. She melted into it despite herself, feeling her girlfriend’s hands gently slide around her shoulders. When Earn finally pulled back, her eyes sparkled with mischief and affection. “Papa just told me you two talked,” she began, her voice warm and reassuring. “And guess what? He loves you. A lot.”
Fahlada’s eyes widened. “Wait… really? Are you serious?”
Earn chuckled, brushing a stray strand of hair behind her girlfriend’s ear. “Of course, dummy. I told you they’d like you. You’re way too amazing not to be loved.” Her voice softened as she leaned closer, placing a tender kiss on Fahlada’s nose.
Before Fahlada could respond, Earn grabbed her hand with a playful grin. “C’mon now! I want to hold your hand in front of everyone.”

“Earn—wait!” Fahlada protested, though she couldn’t help smiling at the blonde’s enthusiasm.

Without giving her a chance to hesitate, Earn led her back to the little crowd outside. As they stepped into the warm glow of the gathering, Earn laced their fingers tightly together, proudly holding Fahlada’s hand for all to see. Fahlada’s nerves hadn’t entirely disappeared, but in that moment, surrounded by laughter, acceptance, and the girl she loved, it felt like everything would be okay.
For Fahlada, the evening ended on a perfect note. If she had to rate her first meeting with Earn’s family, it would easily be a ten out of ten. The warmth and laughter she felt that night stayed with her long after they left.

To make things even better, Earn’s family extended an open invitation for them to join family dinners at their house. From then on, every weekend without fail, Fahlada made it a point to clear her schedule. Spending time with Earn’s family became a tradition she cherished just as much as Earn did.

Second Point: Meeting with the Peers (Friends)
Fahlada would strangely give this point a perfect ten out of ten.
While Earn had already met Bow and Tan, the brunette also had close friends back in Thailand—Rosarin and Wisanu—who held a special place in her heart despite being just as mischievous (if not worse) than Bow and Tan.
Since returning for the vacation, Fahlada wasted no time diving back into work at her family’s hospital and medical facilities. Of course, she dragged Bow and Tan along with her, ensuring they kept her company. Meanwhile, Rosarin and Wisanu were already on shift, ready to face the chaos of the day.

The first meeting between Earn and Fahlada’s two hospital friends happened unexpectedly at work, a day Fahlada would likely never forget.

It was a disaster of epic proportions. The hospital seemed to conspire against her sanity: the pharmaceutical company had delivered incorrect medicines to at least three departments, some nurses and interns had ignored the updated prescription guidelines and hospital policies, the cardiologists were locked in a heated argument over vacation schedules, and the shareholders who were supposed to meet for the new structure didn’t even choose a date to met.

By noon, Fahlada found herself in the employee office, steam practically coming out of her ears as she grilled nearly half the hospital staff one by one. She was livid, determined to restore order no matter how much fear she struck into the hearts of her colleagues.
Her four friends—Rosarin, Wisanu, Bow, and Tan—huddled in a corner of the room, exchanging nervous glances and grimaces as they watched Fahlada tear into a trembling intern.
“Damn, she’s cranky today, isn’t she?” Rosarin muttered under her breath, wincing as their friend’s voice rose another octave.
“The poor kid’s not gonna make it,” she added with a bittersweet smile.
Wisanu stretched his arms behind his head, his expression twisted in mild discomfort as he listened to Fahlada’s scathing remarks. “She’s gonna end every single one of them. Like, for real. No survivors.”

“They’ll need divine intervention to get through this,” Bow chimed in with mock seriousness, her gaze fixed on the brunette’s fiery demeanor.
Just as the tension in the room hit its peak, Earn chose that exact moment to stroll in, perfectly timed as always.
“Hi, baby!” the blonde chirped cheerfully, ignoring the palpable tension in the air as she wrapped her girlfriend in a tight hug.
The entire room froze. The terrified employees exchanged wide-eyed glances, utterly baffled by what was happening.
“H-Hello,” Fahlada stammered, her anger evaporating almost instantly as a deep blush spread across her cheeks. “I didn’t know you were coming,” she murmured shyly, gently reaching up to fix Earn’s hair under the lost gaze of the employees.
The woman in front of them, who had been just seconds away from wiping their heads clean off, was now blushing and stuttering like a teenager in front of her crush.
“That’s the point of a surprise,” Earn said with a playful grin, clearly enjoying the way she could fluster her girlfriend. “Come on, let’s go! I’m taking you out for ice cream!”
“I can’t, love. I’m—I’m still working,” Fahlada replied softly, her voice tinged with regret.
Earn’s brow furrowed slightly as she pulled out her phone, scrolling through Fahlada’s work schedule. “But,” she started, tilting her head, “you’re supposed to be done. Like, five minutes ago.”
“I know, but—”Earn didn’t let her finish. “No buts!” she declared firmly, slipping her phone back into her pocket. “You work too hard, baby.” Earn cooed sweetly cupping her girlfriend’s face, “The world won’t fall apart if you take one evening off.” She reached out and grabbed Fahlada’s hand, her expression softening. “Please? Just one ice cream date?”
The employees, who had been too afraid to even breathe moments ago, were now frozen in shock as they watched this side of their boss—a side they’d never thought existed. Fahlada hesitated, her gaze flickering between Earn’s hopeful eyes and her unfinished work. She sighed softly, the tiniest smile tugging at her lips. “Fine, but just for a little while.”
Earn beamed triumphantly, tugging her girlfriend toward the door with infectious enthusiasm. “That’s my girl! Come on, go take your things before you change your mind.”
As Fahlada walked away obediently, under the blonde’s happy gaze, the entire room suddenly erupted into cries of relief and frustration.
“Thank you! I don’t know who you are, but thank you!” a young man sobbed, his shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
“You’re our savior! We owe you our lives!” a girl chimed in, her voice cracking with raw emotion.
Earn blinked, completely baffled. “What the—?” she whispered under her breath, staring at the crowd of emotional employees like she’d just walked into a parallel universe.
“Nong! Over here!” a familiar voice called out, snapping Earn’s attention to the corner of the room. She turned to see Bow and Tan standing with two unfamiliar faces.
“Hello there, nong,” Bow greeted with a wide smile.
“How’s your vacation? Hopefully better than ours,” Tan teased with a smirk.
After exchanging quick greetings, she was introduced to Wisanu and Rosarin. As they spoke, the group explained the situation: Fahlada’s employees were on the brink of losing their sanity under her unrelenting perfectionism.
“Are you guys okay?” Earn asked, glancing back at the little crowd with genuine concern.
“Well…,” the same girl from earlier stammered, struggling to find the words, “we… I… uh…”
Looking at the frazzled, pale faces of the doctors, nurses, and other professionals in the room, Earn’s expression hardened. She slammed her hand on a nearby table, startling everyone.
“You know what,” she began decisively, “I’ll give you two whole days without P’Mor breathing down your necks. Use the time to fix whatever’s going on here. Don’t worry—when she comes back, she won’t even remember what happened.”

“What do you mean, ‘won’t remember’?” Rosarin asked, confused.
Before anyone could answer, Fahlada reappeared at the door, her blouse removed and a clipboard clutched in her hand. Her expression was thunderous as she stormed in, immediately making the employees stiffen in terror.
“What is so difficult about—”
Before she could finish her sentence, Earn stepped in smoothly, grabbing Fahlada’s hands and intertwining their fingers.
“Baby,” Earn purred softly, her tone disarming. “You said we were going to get ice cream.” She lifted Fahlada’s hand to her lips and placed a gentle kiss on her ring finger, making the older woman’s anger dissolve into a flustered blush.
“Y-yeah, b-but there are other things that—” Fahlada stammered, clearly trying to stay professional.
Earn’s eyes hardened slightly as she cut her off. “Fahlada, listen to your girlfriend,” she said firmly, her voice low but commanding.
Fahlada faltered under the intense gaze of her partner. “Yes,” she finally murmured, surrendering as Earn led her toward the exit. Before passing the door the brunette gave a last ‘warning’ at the team.
“I’ll be back in a few hours. While I’m gone, you can return to your task. If you have nothing to do, review the hospital policy,” the brunette stated in a firm tone, turning her back to the room.
With a mischievous expression, Earn mouthed to the crowd, “Not coming back.”

As the couple walked away, hand in hand, the employees let out a collective exhale, the tension in the room evaporating like mist. Relief swept through the group like a tidal wave.
“Did… did we just survive death because of an ice cream date?” someone whispered, still pale.
Another employee nodded with wide eyes. “We owe Earn our lives. And probably several scoops of gratitude.”
Wisanu let out a low whistle, shaking his head in disbelief. “I love that girl. I never thought I’d see the day someone could make Lada lose her control like that.”
Rosarin nodded enthusiastically. “And the way she was blushing? She’s gone. I mean, she’s so whipped it’s not even funny.”

“Oh, you think that’s bad?” Bow chimed in with a sly grin. “You should see her in everyday life. It’s even worse. Lada’s completely head over heels—nong has her wrapped around her finger.”
Just then, Bow’s phone buzzed with a notification. She checked it and smirked before raising her voice to address the room.
“Well, team,” she announced, “Earn just messaged me to let you all know she’s taking Fahlada away for three whole days. That’s three days of peace before Missy comes back. So, let’s get to work!”
A cheer broke out among the employees, their spirits lifting at the unexpected reprieve. For the first time in weeks, they dared to feel hope.
As Earn had promised, when Fahlada returned three days later, she was practically radiant—breathing easier, glowing with happiness, and emanating an aura of peace that no one had thought possible. The employees froze when they saw her, staring as if they were witnessing a completely different person.
Gone was the stern, laser-focused woman who had left them trembling in fear. Instead, she greeted them with a soft smile and a lightness in her step, carrying herself with a serenity that made her seem almost unrecognizable.
“Good morning, everyone,” Fahlada said, her voice unusually warm and pleasant.

The employees exchanged wide-eyed glances. “Good… morning, doctor,” one brave soul ventured cautiously, as though testing if this was a trap.
But Fahlada merely nodded and moved on, humming softly under her breath as she reviewed some documents. Not once did she bring up any of the issues she had been furious about just a few days ago. It was as though the whole ordeal had been wiped clean from her memory.

“Is she… okay?” one nurse whispered, leaning toward a colleague.
“Okay? She’s happy. I didn’t even know she could get this happy,” the colleague replied, still in shock.
“She’s glowing,” someone added in awe.

“Earn’s a miracle worker,” Bow chimed in smugly from the corner, arms crossed. “What did I tell you? Three days with her, and our girl comes back as soft as a marshmallow.”
Wisanu chuckled, shaking his head. “I don’t know what Earn did, but she’s got some kind of magic touch. We should probably chip in for their next ice cream date—just in case we ever need saving again.”
The employees all murmured in agreement, their fear gradually melting into cautious relief. Whatever Earn had done during those three days, it was clear that Fahlada had come back a changed woman—at least for now.
For the first time in weeks, the team felt a faint glimmer of hope that their workplace might not be such a warzone after all.
And that’s how Earn met Wisanu and Rosarin.

As for Earn’s friends, the day Fahlada met Engfah, Suzie, and Nene was a more formal affair—a dinner at a cozy, upscale restaurant that Earn had chosen specifically for the occasion. The dim lighting and warm atmosphere helped ease some of Fahlada’s nerves, though she still found herself fidgeting slightly as they waited for the others to arrive.
Unlike the day she met Earn’s parents, where the stakes felt impossibly high and every word seemed like it carried the weight of the world, this felt a little easier. These were Earn’s friends, after all, people who already knew about their relationship and supported it. Still, Fahlada couldn’t help but wonder what they would think of her in person.
When Engfah, Suzie, and Nene arrived, their warm smiles immediately put Fahlada somewhat at ease. Introductions were made, and Earn’s friends wasted no time diving into lighthearted conversation, making jokes and teasing Earn in a way that was clearly habitual.
Fahlada found herself smiling more than she expected, her initial nervousness fading as she realized how welcoming they were. Suzie, with her sharp wit and easy laughter, kept the table entertained, while Nene’s gentle and thoughtful demeanor balanced out the energy. Engfah, ever the bold one, made a few cheeky comments about how Fahlada managed to “tame” Earn, which made the blonde groan and roll her eyes but left everyone else laughing.
After all the meetings and acquaintances, they started to hang out sometimes all together, so even when the first meeting with Fahlada’s friends was a little bit unusual, the result was overall good. So it’s a ten out of ten.

The third point: Ratee
The downfall, as Fahlada liked to call this situation, was nothing short of a nuisance. Ratee was the daughter of her parents’ friends and long-time associates—a girl who, while objectively beautiful, was far too much to handle. Over the years, Ratee had made more than her fair share of advances toward Fahlada, blatantly ignoring the brunette’s obvious discomfort and lack of interest.

Fahlada had no intention of crossing paths with her during her time in Thailand. She had planned her schedule carefully, steering clear of any chance encounters. But fate, as always, had its own ideas.

The annual gala hosted by Ratee’s parents had arrived, an event Fahlada never considered attending. She didn’t think her presence was remotely necessary—until her own parents asked her to go in their place due to their packed schedules. The request was framed as polite, but Fahlada knew it wasn’t optional.
And so, here she was, sitting across from her friend Wisanu at a quiet restaurant, trying to brainstorm a way out of the mess. She poked at her plate absentmindedly, her frustration palpable.
“But did you tell Earn?” Wisanu asked, his tone casual as he took another bite of his meal.
“No,” Fahlada sighed, slumping back in her chair. “I didn’t think it was necessary. Like, what would I even say? ‘Oh, love, there’s this girl who tries way too hard with me, even though I couldn’t care less about her. Sometimes she’s borderline inappropriate.’” She rolled her eyes, exhaling the last sentence in one breath. “Like, please. That sounds ridiculous.”

Wisanu squinted at her, his expression shifting into one of quiet analysis. “Well, I think you should tell her,” he said simply, setting down his fork. “It’s not a big deal, sure. But if it’s stressing you out this much, the best thing would be to share it with her. Earn would understand.”
Fahlada frowned, her fingers idly tracing the rim of her glass. “I just don’t want her to feel like she has to worry about this. Ratee’s nothing to me. She never was.”

Wisanu leaned forward, his tone firm but kind. “It’s not about Ratee. It’s about you and Earn. If this thing is bothering you, it’s worth talking about. Just be honest. Trust me, it’ll feel a lot better than keeping it to yourself.”
Fahlada stayed quiet for a moment, her mind racing. She hated the idea of dragging Earn into this nonsense, but Wisanu wasn’t wrong. It wasn’t about Ratee—it was about her relationship with Earn, and keeping ‘secrets’, even insignificant ones, didn’t sit right with her.
“Alright,” she finally muttered, though the tension in her voice lingered. “I’ll tell her. Tonight.”

Wisanu smirked, raising his glass. “There you go. Problem solved. Now eat your food before it gets cold.”
Fahlada let out a reluctant laugh, shaking her head as she picked up her fork.

As promised, Fahlada brought it up that night. They were spending the evening at Earn’s parents’ home, much to the delight of Earn’s mom, who was thrilled to have them stay over.
Fahlada paced the length of the bedroom, her steps deliberate but restless, as she recounted everything to Earn. Her words tumbled out carefully, measured but earnest, her gaze flickering between the floor and her girlfriend.

The blonde sat on the edge of the bed, quiet and attentive. Her elbows rested lightly on her knees, her hands folded together as she watched Fahlada move back and forth. Her head tilted slightly, her brow furrowed in thought, but her expression was calm, encouraging.

“And that’s why I didn’t say anything before,” Fahlada finished, her voice faltering as she finally came to a stop in front of Earn. “I didn’t think it mattered. I mean, she’s nothing to me. But then Wisanu said I should tell you, and… well, here we are.”

Earn’s gaze softened as she looked up at her girlfriend. “You were worried about how I’d react?” she asked, her tone steady but tinged with concern.

“Not really,” Fahlada admitted, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly. “It’s just I didn’t want you to think I was hiding anything. It’s just… embarrassing, you know? She’s so persistent, borderline.”
Earn stood slowly, closing the space between them. Her hands reached out, gently resting on Fahlada’s arms, grounding her. “I understand but next time, don’t overthink it so much, okay? We’re a team. You don’t have to deal with things like this alone.”
Fahlada nodded, her lips curving into a faint smile as she leaned down to rest her forehead against Earn’s. “I’ll remember that,” she murmured.
Earn chuckled softly, her hands sliding down to intertwine with Fahlada’s. “Good. Now stop pacing like a caged tiger and sit with me,” she teased. “When’s the gala?” Earn asked, pulling Fahlada into a tight hug as she guided them both down onto the bed.

“Next week,” Fahlada huffed, her arms instinctively wrapping around Earn’s waist as she buried her face in the crook of her girlfriend’s neck. She let out a soft hum, pressing a kiss against the blonde’s skin, the faint trace of lavender from Earn’s perfume soothing her nerves.

“I’m going with you,” Earn said, her tone firm and full of determination.

Fahlada froze for a moment, pulling back slightly to meet her girlfriend’s gaze. “What?” she asked, her voice tinged with surprise, though the corners of her mouth twitched upward in amusement.
Earn propped herself up on her elbow, her green eyes sparkling with resolve. “You heard me. I’m going with you. There’s no way I’m letting you deal with her alone, especially if she doesn’t understand boundaries.”
“Earn,” Fahlada began, her voice soft but uncertain. “You don’t have to—”

“I want to,” Earn interrupted, cutting her off with a gentle but pointed look. “This isn’t just about Ratee. It’s about being there for you. I’ll be there for my girlfriend.”
Fahlada blinked, caught off guard by the fierce protectiveness in Earn’s tone. A warm flush crept up her cheeks, and she couldn’t help but smile. “You really are something else,” she murmured, brushing a strand of blonde hair out of Earn’s face.
Earn smirked, leaning down to kiss Fahlada’s forehead. “Damn right I am. So, it’s settled. I’ll find something to wear, and we’ll make it a night neither of us will forget.”

The day of the gala arrived, Fahlada was sitting in her bedroom, her patience tested as the hairdresser and makeup artist worked diligently to perfect her look. She fidgeted slightly in her chair, glancing at the clock every few minutes. She knew Earn would be arriving soon, and the last thing she wanted was to keep her waiting.
Every detail of the evening had been carefully planned. Fahlada had made sure of it. She had arranged for Earn to have her own beauty team, sending them to her girlfriend’s house to ensure she was pampered and ready without lifting a finger. A car had also been dispatched to pick her up.

“Almost done,” the makeup artist assured her, carefully blending the final touches of her look.

Fahlada exhaled softly, letting her shoulders relax. Though her own preparation had been meticulous, she couldn’t help but feel a slight flutter of nerves. It wasn’t the gala itself that unsettled her—it was the thought of seeing Earn, radiant as ever, and the way her presence would make everything else fade into the background.
She glanced at her reflection, satisfied with the polished look. She decided to wear a classy deep gray suit, who hugged her figure right, with high heels, a combo who made her look regal with her cascading black hair. With one last spritz of hairspray and a few touch-ups, the beauty team finally stepped back.

“All done,” the hairdresser announced with a smile, packing up their tools.

Fahlada stood and stretched slightly, her nerves still humming under the surface. She glanced out the window, catching sight of the approaching car pulling up to the driveway. Her heart skipped a beat—Earn was here.
Taking a deep breath, she reached the cuff of the door, eager to meet her girlfriend downstairs. Tonight wasn’t just about the gala. It was about standing beside Earn, showing everyone that she wasn’t alone—and that Ratee’s antics wouldn’t shake her.

And Fahlada was right—Earn was nothing short of ethereal. The moment she stepped into the house, it was as though the air shifted, and Fahlada found herself momentarily breathless.
Earn’s blonde hair was styled to perfection, loose waves cascading just enough to frame her delicate features. Her amber eyes seemed to sparkle, their intensity only heightened by the soft, subtle touch of makeup that accentuated her natural beauty.
She was wearing a long, silky black dress with thin straps that clung to her in all the right places, leaving just enough to the imagination. The fabric shimmered faintly in the light, flowing like water as she walked. It was simple yet striking, a statement of elegance that didn’t need embellishments.
Fahlada’s gaze lingered, taking in every detail—from the delicate curve of Earn’s collarbone to the way the dress emphasized her graceful figure. She felt her heart skip, her lips curving into an involuntary smile as her girlfriend approached.

Earn caught the look and smirked, a soft blush dusting her cheeks as she closed the distance between them. “Hello, you,” the blonde said, her tone dripping with honey as her arms slid around Fahlada’s shoulders in a fluid, familiar motion.
Fahlada’s lips curved into a soft smile, her hands instinctively finding Earn’s waist and pulling her closer. “Hello, love,” she whispered back, her voice low and warm, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around them like a cocoon.
Earn tilted her head slightly, her teasing smirk growing wider. “I understand Ratee now, after all,” she said, her tone playful but edged with mischief. “You’re not making it easy for her.”

Fahlada’s eyebrows lifted, but before she could reply, Earn leaned in, her breath warm against the brunette’s lips. “And even less for me,” she added, her voice softer now, the teasing replaced with something deeper, as her lips hovered just inches from Fahlada’s.

Fahlada chuckled, shaking her head as her grip on Earn’s waist tightened. “Good,” she murmured, her eyes locking onto Earn’s. “Because the only person I want to make it easy for is you.”
Earn’s smile softened as her lips finally met Fahlada’s, a lingering kiss full of unspoken promises, grounding them both before the chaos of the evening.

The car ride to the gala was surprisingly calm. Fahlada couldn’t help stealing glances at Earn, who sat beside her, the city lights casting a golden glow on her flawless features. There was an unspoken electricity between them, a quiet anticipation for the night ahead.
As they arrived, the grand venue loomed ahead, its towering columns and glittering lights setting the stage for what was sure to be a memorable evening. The moment their car pulled up, cameras flashed, capturing the sight of the stunning couple stepping out.

Fahlada offered her arm to Earn with a small smirk. “Shall we?”

Earn looped her arm through Fahlada’s, standing tall and poised, but her voice dropped into a teasing whisper as they began to walk. “Lead the way, darling. Let’s make sure a certain someone knows exactly where you belong tonight.”

Fahlada chuckled, her confidence renewed by Earn’s unwavering presence. Together, they strode into the gala, turning heads and commanding attention with every step.

As they made their way through the grand hall, Fahlada’s hand slid possessively around Earn’s waist, her grip firm but subtle. The action wasn’t lost on the crowd, and Fahlada wasn’t trying to hide it. She wanted everyone to know that Earn’s was someone’s.

Soft whispers rippled through the room as heads turned toward the striking blonde at her side.

“She’s stunning,” someone murmured.

“That dress is flawless on her,” another voice added, laced with awe.

Fahlada’s lips curled into a small, satisfied smile as she caught fragments of their admiration. She leaned closer to Earn, her voice a low, intimate murmur that only Earn could hear. “They’re right, you know. You’re absolutely breathtaking.”
Earn tilted her head slightly, giving Fahlada a sly smile. “You know, if you keep holding me like this, they’re going to talk even more.”
“Good,” Fahlada replied without hesitation, her eyes gleaming with pride. “Let them talk. I want every single person here to know you’re mine.”
Earn chuckled softly, the sound warm and sweet. “Possessive much?” she teased, though her cheeks flushed at Fahlada’s words.
“Only when it comes to you,” Fahlada shot back with a playful smirk, her fingers tracing slow, reassuring circles against Earn’s waist as they walked further into the gala.

It wasn’t long before they were greeted by the usual crowd of acquaintances and family friends, but Fahlada couldn’t help scanning the room for her. She felt Earn’s fingers lightly squeeze her arm, a subtle reminder that she wasn’t alone.
The beginning was good, Fahlada was engaged in a conversation with two collaborators of her parents while Earn was directly drawn at one of the table full of young women.

As Fahlada engaged in a conversation with two of her parents’ collaborators, she felt the weight of the evening shift into its usual rhythm. The polite pleasantries, the clinking of champagne glasses, and the occasional laughter from across the room blended together in the background. But even as she smiled and nodded, a part of her attention was pulled elsewhere—toward Earn.
Her girlfriend, effortlessly captivating as always, had been drawn immediately to one of the tables full of young women, all seemingly eager to greet her. They whispered excitedly among themselves, their eyes lighting up as they admired Earn’s elegance and beauty. Her black dress seemed to pull the attention of every gaze in the room, her effortless grace making her the center of attention without even trying.
Fahlada’s lips quirked into a small, possessive smile. It wasn’t jealousy, not exactly, but a quiet pride that bloomed in her chest. It wasn’t just Earn’s beauty that held everyone’s attention—it was the way she moved, the way she carried herself with confidence, making every other woman in the room seem like a mere shadow in comparison.

As Fahlada made her way toward Earn, weaving through the crowd with a determined step, she didn’t notice the presence following her—until a hand suddenly gripped her wrist, pulling her to a stop. She turned, her heart briefly skipping a beat as she met the familiar, yet unwelcome, gaze of Ratee.
She knew she wouldn’t be able to escape this moment all night. Ratee had always been persistent, always hovering, always finding ways to make herself known when Fahlada least wanted it. But now, in the dimly lit gala room, it was impossible to avoid.
Ratee stood in front of her, a picture of elegance. Her gray dress shimmered under the chandeliers —as though she had carefully planned to match Fahlada’s look. The dress was a sophisticated cut, and the soft shade of gray seemed to complement her skin tone perfectly.

Her hair was styled meticulously, the locks twisted and pinned with delicate elegance that added a softness to her sharp features, making her appear more lovely than she had any right to be in this moment. She was beautiful—there was no denying it. But beauty, Fahlada knew, wasn’t everything.

Ratee smiled as she looked at Fahlada, but it was the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. There was something calculating behind it, something Fahlada couldn’t quite place, and it made her wary.

“Babe!” Ratee began, her voice smooth, but carrying an edge that hinted at more than just pleasantries. “I was wondering when you’d notice me.”
Fahlada forced herself to keep her expression neutral, though the familiar irritation began to simmer beneath her calm facade. “Ratee,” she replied tersely, her gaze briefly flicking toward Earn, still surrounded by the young women.

Ratee’s eyes followed Fahlada’s gaze, and the smile on her lips wavered, her eyes narrowing slightly as she took in the sight of Earn, the blonde’s beauty impossible to ignore. The jealousy in Ratee’s expression was brief, but it was there—a flicker of possessiveness, as though she hadn’t expected to see Fahlada so… claimed.

“How was Italia? Did you enjoy it? Did you miss me?” Ratee said, her voice almost too sweet, but there was a trace of something sharper under it.
Fahlada nodded, her posture straightening as she met Ratee’s eyes head-on. “It was great thanks.” she said, her voice calm, but with a finality that couldn’t be ignored. “If you’ll excuse me…”

At the same time, soft music filled the room, signaling the start of the evening’s dance. It was a familiar melody, one she recognized instantly, but she didn’t have time to react before Ratee grabbed her arm, pulling her with an unexpected urgency.

“Come on, Fahlada! It’s our song!” Ratee exclaimed, her voice filled with feigned enthusiasm as she led the stunned brunette to the center of the grand ballroom. The chatter of the crowd quieted as all eyes turned toward the pair now standing under the soft glow of the chandelier.
Fahlada froze for a moment, her mind racing as she processed what was happening. Our song? She scoffed internally, knowing full well that whatever song this was, it was no more “theirs” than the moon belonged to Ratee.

“Ratee, I—” Fahlada began, but her protest was drowned out as Ratee took her hand, placing her other on Fahlada’s shoulder as she pushed them into the steps of a slow dance.
The crowd watched with a mix of curiosity and amusement, the whispers beginning to ripple again. Fahlada felt her stomach twist in discomfort, her eyes darting toward Earn. She found her girlfriend still at the table, her expression unreadable as she watched the scene unfold. The sight of Earn’s calm, composed face didn’t ease Fahlada’s nerves—it made her heart clench.

What could she do? She couldn’t cause a scene under the watchful eyes of the entire room, nor risk dishonoring her parents’ name by walking away from the organizers’ daughter. She was a well-behaved lady, raised to handle even the most awkward situations with grace. So, with a tight jaw and her fists clenched at her sides, Fahlada allowed herself to follow Ratee’s lead.
The soft murmur of admiration rippled through the crowd as the two women glided across the floor, their movements seemingly effortless. Fahlada could hear snippets of praise—compliments about her elegance, how perfectly she and Ratee matched in appearance, how stunning they looked together. It all made her stomach churn.
But not everyone in the room was watching with admiration.

Fahlada could feel it—Earn’s gaze. It pierced through the crowd like a hot knife, landing squarely on her, and the weight of it sent a shiver down her spine. It wasn’t just a stare—it was intense, burning with something Fahlada couldn’t quite place.
It made her heart race and her steps falter, just slightly. Ratee noticed and tightened her grip, her smile widening as though she could sense she’d rattled Fahlada.
“You dance beautifully,” Ratee murmured, her voice smooth and dripping with intention.
Fahlada didn’t respond, her focus split between keeping the steps fluid and resisting the urge to glance toward Earn. The tension in her shoulders grew with every sway, her body stiff under Ratee’s hold.

“Relax, darling,” Ratee added with a soft laugh, her tone mocking yet light enough to pass for playful. “You’re making it look like I dragged you here by force.”
Fahlada’s jaw clenched even tighter, but she managed a polite, practiced smile. “It’s been a long night,” she said evenly, her voice cool but polite.
From the corner of her eye, Fahlada finally caught sight of Earn. The blonde was no longer sitting. She had risen from her seat, her hands resting lightly on the edge of the table as she watched them. Her eyes locked onto Fahlada’s, unblinking, filled with something that sent a jolt of panic through her chest.

“I’m accompanied,” Fahlada spat suddenly, her tone sharp, cutting through the tension like a blade. Her jaw was tight, her composure on the brink of slipping. “Act accordingly.”
Ratee chuckled, a sly smirk creeping onto her lips as she tilted her head with mock innocence. “Oh? Where’s your date then? Because right now, it’s with me you’re dancing.” Her voice was laced with smugness, the words calculated to sting.
As the music swelled and more couples began to join the dance floor, Fahlada abruptly halted, causing Ratee to stumble slightly. Fahlada released her hold, stepping back, and stood tall with an air of authority.

“She’s not a date,” Fahlada declared firmly, her voice steady and loud enough for only Ratee to hear, though the sharpness in her tone could cut glass. “She’s a statement. She’s my girlfriend.”
Ratee’s smirk faltered, her brows raising slightly in surprise at Fahlada’s defiance. Before she could recover, Earn approached the pair from behind, having caught the tail end of Fahlada’s words.
Fahlada’s gaze softened as she caught sight of her girlfriend, but her expression remained resolute as she turned her attention back to Ratee. “Out of respect for me, and her, please don’t act like this in the future,” Fahlada continued, her voice calm but firm. “If we’re to maintain any kind of formal relationship, boundaries need to be respected.”

Earn chose that exact moment to wrap her arms around Fahlada’s waist, pulling her close in a bold, unmistakable gesture of affection. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to her girlfriend’s cheek, her lips lingering just long enough to make her point clear.
The warmth of the kiss sent a shiver down Fahlada’s spine, and she turned her head slightly, catching Earn’s gaze. There was something in the blonde’s eyes—calm yet fiercely protective—that made Fahlada’s heart swell. Her hand instinctively moved to rest over Earn’s at her waist.

Earn smiled, her expression serene but tinged with playful confidence. “Hello, I’m the ‘statement,’” she said lightly, though her tone held a firm undertone that made her intentions clear.

The crowd, ever observant, seemed to take in the display of intimacy with mixed reactions—some murmured in admiration at the couple’s poise, while others, including Ratee, looked on with thinly veiled frustration.
Fahlada didn’t care. She tightened her grip on Earn’s hand and turned to face her fully, her other hand moving to gently cup her girlfriend’s cheek. “Will you dance with me ?” she asked softly, her words for Earn alone.
Earn’s smile grew, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly. “I will,” she replied, her voice just as soft.
As the music swelled around them, Fahlada leaned forward, brushing her lips lightly against Earn’s forehead before pulling her into a warm embrace, before leading her to the rhythm. The warmth of Earn's body against hers was grounding, but before long, Fahlada gently shifted, taking Earn's hand and guiding her to sway with the rhythm of the music.
"But don't think you're off the hook,"
Earn murmured, her voice low and smooth, carrying just enough edge to send a thrill through Fahlada. The blonde followed her lover's lead
effortlessly, her movements fluid and deliberate. Her eyes locked onto Fahlada's, filled with playful intensity.
"You already know," Earn continued, her lips brushing dangerously close to Fahlada's ear as she leaned in. "I hate when people touch what's mine, right, baby?"
Fahlada's breath caught for a moment, her steps faltering slightly before she regained her composure. She nodded quickly, the sudden heat of Earn's words sending a shiver down her spine.
"Right," she replied, her voice almost a whisper as she swallowed hard, her heart racing.
The blonde smirked, satisfied with Fahlada's reaction, and leaned back just enough to meet her girlfriend's gaze.
"Good," she said simply, her tone still carrying that dangerous undertone that left no room for arqument.

Fahlada's grip on Earn's waist tightened slightly, her eyes wide with a mix of nervousness and exhilaration. "You're scary when you're like this," she admitted, her lips curved into a nervous smile.
"And you love it," Earn shot back, her smirk growing as she let Fahlada guide her in a slow spin, the silky black dress she wore flowing with every movement.
Fahlada let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. "I do," she admitted quietly, her voice filled with a mix of love and surrender.
They continued to move together, their bodies close, the energy between them undeniable. Whatever tension the night had held was now entirely theirs to command. The crowd faded into the background, and all that remained was the pull between Fahlada and Earn-a magnetic connection that no one could hope to disrupt.

Ratee, still standing on the edge of the dance floor, watched them for a moment longer before turning away, defeated. The message had been sent, loud and clear—Fahlada belonged to Earn, and no one else.

So yeah, because of Ratee, Fahlada would rate the experience of ‘meeting’ an eight out of ten.