Chapter 2 - "Midnight Awakening"

The tension between them was palpable as they retreated to their respective rooms, trying to shake off the lingering effects of the kiss. Esme couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement mixed with trepidation. She had never felt this way about anyone before, and the age gap between her and Pedro only added to her doubts. As she lay in bed, she couldn't shake off the image of Pedro's eyes, his smile, and his lips. She felt a flutter in her chest, and before she knew it, she was out of bed and creeping to his room. She knocked softly, and when there was no response, she slowly turned the handle and slipped inside. Pedro was lying in bed, his eyes open, staring at the ceiling. "You're awake," he whispered, his voice low and husky. Esme nodded, her heart racing. "I couldn't sleep." Pedro sat up, patting the bed beside him. "Come here." Esme hesitated for a moment, then slid into bed beside him. They lay there in silence, the only sound the creaking of the old house. Without a word, Pedro pulled her into his arms, and they began to kiss, softly at first, but growing more urgent as the moments passed. Esme felt a rush of desire, and she knew she wanted him. They made love, their bodies moving in perfect sync, their breathing synchronized, their hearts pounding as one. It was silent, urgent, and passionate, as if they both knew they had to be quiet, that they couldn't let Xavier and Henry discover them. As they climaxed, Esme felt a rush of pleasure, and she bit her lip to stifle a cry. Pedro's arms tightened around her, holding her close as they both rode the waves of desire. They lay there, entwined, their hearts still racing, their bodies still warm from their lovemaking. Esme knew that she had crossed a line, that there was no turning back now. Pedro's lips brushed against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "We have to be careful," he whispered. "We can't let them find out." Esme nodded, her heart still racing. "I know." They lay there in silence, holding each other, knowing that their love was forbidden, but unable to resist its pull. As the night wore on, they drifted off to sleep, their bodies still entwined, their hearts still beating as one. The next morning, Esme woke up early, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated. She slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb Pedro, and began to get ready for the day. As she made her way downstairs, she couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. She knew that she and Pedro had to navigate the complexities of their relationship, but for now, she was just happy to be with him. She found Xavier and Henry in the kitchen, sipping coffee and discussing their day's schedule. Esme tried to play it cool, but she couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness. "Morning, everyone," she said, trying to sound casual. Xavier looked up, a hint of a smile on his face. "Morning, sis. Sleep well?" Esme nodded, trying to keep her cool. "Yeah, I did." Pedro walked into the kitchen, his eyes locking onto hers, and Esme felt her heart skip a beat. "Morning, everyone," he said, his voice low and smooth. The tension between them was palpable, but Esme tried to play it cool, unsure of what the day would bring.