Be Gentler, Sweetheart

“Grace, this is my first time being in such a place.”

I turned around and tried to find Grace in the crowd.

However, she had disappeared from my sight in the blink of an eye.

Bright lights flashed in my face, and the fast-paced music made my head spin.

I scanned the place and saw many tall guys in the middle of the dance floor. They were all over six feet tall. I could even see their abs under their white shirts.

The air was thick with the scent of men’s cologne.

I was getting dizzy.

I tried to copy what the surrounding people were doing, but I only managed to move awkwardly to the beat.

The dress that Grace had picked for me worked. Soon, I noticed people on the dance floor moving closer to me.

I tensed up when they brushed against me.

Before long, a bold guy stepped forth, and I looked up at him.

He had messy blonde hair and black obsidian earrings. He looked like a street thug.

He tapped me on the shoulder and theatrically adjusted his gold-framed glasses.

“Hey, beautiful. Are you alone?

“That’s my VIP booth over there. Want to join me for a drink?”

A few people with colorful hair were standing behind him. They looked like his lackeys.

I just glanced at them and turned to walk away.

However, they blocked my path.

“We’re not done talking yet. Why the rush?”

My frigid attitude seemed to upset their leader. He spat on the ground as he became furious.

He jabbed my shoulder and pushed me into a corner.

“Why are you pretending to be innocent when we’re in a place like this?”

Right then, the guy with blonde hair raised his hand to hit me.

Before I knew it, I felt someone pull me into their arms.

I looked up in a daze and saw a man with a strong jawline.

“My girlfriend’s with me. Got a problem?”

The blonde-haired man scoffed and left with his lackeys.

“T-Thank you...”

I pulled away from the man’s arms and finally saw his face.

I could not believe how handsome he was; it was almost surreal.

I saw his name tag, which said, [Ryan Shaw.]

Even his name sounded great.

The man smiled gently. He looked like a gentleman and seemed completely out of place there.

“No worries.

“I work here. Instead of thanking me, why don’t you book me for the night?”

All of a sudden, he leaned in. He grabbed a strand of my hair that was hanging over my shoulder and gently sniffed it.

Book him for a night? What did that mean?

Since he had just saved me, I could not say no to doing him a small favor. So, I nodded and agreed to his request.

His smile broadened. Still playing with my hair, he asked, “Shall we go to the bathroom?”

The bathroom? I was puzzled.

Just then, the strap on my dress slid off and exposed my shoulder.

The buttons on my chest were barely holding on and ready to pop off.

“Okay.”

I blushed as I grabbed his wrist and quickly ran toward the bathroom.

The music on the dance floor was loud and intense, while the bathroom was completely empty.

I shut the door, but Ryan slipped in with me.

“Wow, I didn’t know you were this eager.”

He smiled sweetly as he picked me up and set me on the sink.

“Ah! What are you doing, Ryan?”

I gasped as he touched my face.

We were so close that I could feel his breath on my cheek.

“Obviously… I’m going to… do you!”

Ryan chuckled softly as his hand moved from my face to my lips.

His fingers brushed across my face and made my heart race.

For a moment, the atmosphere was ambiguous.

“Ryan, stop playing around. Let go of me!”

“Miss, are you pretending to be clueless? Since we’re here, we might as well do something fun.”

Before I could respond, Ryan leaned in and kissed me.

His lips were soft, sweet, and warm against mine.

I was not a naive girl, so I knew what was happening. This was not my first kiss either. But somehow, Ryan’s kiss felt completely different.

It was nothing like Austin’s.

Austin always acted confident and proud. He would bite and gnaw my lips whenever he kissed me.

He loved showing me off, and he would parade me in front of others like I was a trophy.

It always felt like he was deliberately trying to humiliate me.

On top of that, he was sloppy and constantly in a disheveled state.

Meanwhile, Ryan was a completely different kind of man. He looked incredibly attractive, like the most exquisite person in the world. He smelled so good too.

“Miss, stop getting distracted.” Ryan chuckled softly as I tried to catch my breath.

He held my face and kissed me gently.

His movements made me feel like I was something precious and fragile.

Gradually, I let my guard down and started kissing him back.

However, something slowly felt off.

His touches grew bolder. He was not just kissing me anymore; his hand began to wander beneath my clothes.

The dress I wore today made it easier for him to slip in.

Yet, strangely enough, he did not undo my buttons.

I opened my eyes and suddenly came to my senses.

“Wait a minute.”

I gave Ryan a light push, but he lost his balance. He fell to the floor and hit his head.

Before I could help him up, he stood on his own and looked hurt.

“Miss, you’re so mean.”

Right then, I realized that Ryan’s eyes were unfocused. He was blind!

No wonder he fell down so easily when I pushed him earlier.

I felt even guiltier. Knowing that I was in the wrong, I lowered my voice and apologized, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you fall.”

However, he came closer and grabbed my waist. “Are you rejecting me just because I’m blind?” he asked in a low, raspy voice.

Oh, my gosh. He looked like he was about to break down.

I instinctively hugged him and said, “No, I’m not.”

My lips still felt numb. Just thinking about what had happened earlier made me blush again.

Ryan held my chin and made me look at him. He appeared stubborn and unyielding.

I sighed and whispered, “I’m just not used to it. After all, it’s our first time meeting.”

Ryan nodded and replied seriously, “It’s okay. I’ll remember you. We’ll meet again.”

My heart beat even faster. I gave him a quick response and slipped out while he was not paying attention.

The music grew loud again, but all I could think about was Ryan’s insanely handsome face.

I still could not fathom how someone could be that good-looking.