Chapter 4 Trust me

Her silence was a tender acceptance. She didn't need words; her gaze and gentle nod conveyed her willingness. Eden's words, "let's get married," hung in the air, and Abigail's gentle nod was enough to convey her willingness and readiness to be his wife.

She thought of her Dad for a second and concluded that he would be happy for her. Who wouldn't want a charming son-in-law who is willing to work hard and pay off his debt? She felt lucky to have him standing by her side, and now, not just as her boyfriend, he wants to stand with her forever as her husband.

It felt surreal.

Eden pulled her to his chest. He was the grandmaster, and it's a checkmate.

She leaned into him naively, her body language speaking volumes. Silently, she clung to him; she felt safe, and something else...

Trust.

He threw his hands around her and held her tightly. This was his moment.

She allowed him, and they held on, as if sealing a promise. The gentle breeze seemed to whisper approval, carrying the soft rustle of palm trees and soothing melody of waves crashing against the shore. The warm rug beneath their feet felt like a pedestal, elevating their love story to a new height.

The sky above transformed into a canvas of pastel hues, with shades of pink and orange bleeding into each other as the sun dipped below the horizon. The sound of the waves grew softer, becoming a gentle lullaby that harmonized with the beating of their hearts. Their mouths locked together, inhaling each other's scent, each scent, alluring and intoxicating.

Eden shifted his hands to the small of her back, pulling her closer and caressing her tiny waist. His mouth melted into hers in a passionate French kiss. He threw her dress up, out of the way, and gently slid his hands to her thigh, massaging it gently and slowly.

She moaned in ecstasy, his hands were playing magic on her body, and she was so naive and innocent. Just then, he went further with his hands and grabbed her underwear. As he was about to pull her panties, she held him and stopped him.

"I can't, Eden," she murmured calmly, her voice so tiny and soft.

Eden held her to his face, his hands supporting her neck, "Do you trust me?"

She nodded her head in agreement.

"Good! Don't worry, baby, I won't hurt you, just close your eyes and trust me."

She immediately swept away the tiny fear trying to creep into her mind; it was Eden, and she trusted him. She closed her eyes and allowed him to do whatever he wanted.

He was gentle, using his hands and tongue to touch the right places that gave her pleasure. He was right, so gentle that she didn't realise when he entered her private territory. She only knew he was there, doing magic, and she was having a sweet, painful sensation and pleasure. So much pleasure that she couldn't wrap her brain around it, she just lay there and allowed him to consume her and take her virginity.

She was jolted awake by the incessant ring of her cell phone. Groggily, she reached for it, feeling tired and a bit disoriented. Her eyes widened in shock as she saw the caller ID.

Dad.

"Hush!" she exclaimed, instantly sitting up straight.

Eden stirred awake beside her, rubbing his eyes.

"We need to get going," she whispered urgently, swinging her legs over the side of the rug. She was a mess, her hair tangled and her clothes in disarray. A faint blood stain on the rug and another on her thighs made her wince. Unsteady on her feet, she staggered toward the seashore, scooping up water to wash away the evidence of the night before.

By the time she returned, Eden was fully awake, standing outside the small tenth with a calm expression.

"It's 4 a.m., let's wait for the day to be bright," he said, his voice gentle.

She looked at him with worry etched on her face.

"I can't believe we slept here," she whispered urgently. "Dad is gonna kill me."

Eden wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "Don't worry, he won't be mad. We're adults, after all."

But she pulled back, her eyes wide with concern. "He's been calling."

Eden's expression turned thoughtful. "That's because he was worried; we didn't exactly tell him about our plans before leaving, remember?"

Her worry grew, and she urged Eden to hurry. "Yeah, so let's get going, now!" she stressed, her voice laced with anxiety.

"Okay, baby, if you say so," he said, with a gentle smile, as he led her away from the beach, towards the garage where his car was parked. The beach was quiet, only the lapping of the waves against the shore and the distant call of a seagull were heard.

The atmosphere was peaceful, with the cool ocean breeze carrying the sweet scent of the saltwater and the faint hint of the seaweed.

They got to the garage in no time. Eden helped her into the passenger seat, then walked around to the driver's side. He buckled his seatbelt, securing it in the latch plate, and then turned to her, " You good?"

"Yeah," she nodded.

"Buckle up, it's still dark and the roads are slick with dew."

She obeyed quietly.

The drive home felt endless, as the memories of the night flooded her mind. Everything had happened so fast; it was almost unbelievable. Had she been right to let him have her? This was supposed to be about her father's business, but it turned out to be her engagement night. How had things escalated so quickly? She wondered. She had given him her virginity, allowing him to claim her.

She stared out the car window, into the darkness, as she struggled to shake off the thoughts swirling in her head. All she wanted was to go home, dive under her pillow, and escape reality. But the ride home dragged on, feeling like an eternity.

She dreaded the inevitable conversation with her dad, who had blown up her phone all night. The situation was a tangled mess, and to make matters worse, she had no clue how Eden felt about it. His expression was a mask, giving away nothing.