human
Oscar:  She had never felt shy or wary around him in intimate situations, and that hadn’t changed since their engagement. Savoring the virtually inescapable pull of her unusually warm frame and flushed skin, Oscar let his eyes close.
gpt
Tinasha:  Tinasha dried her hair quickly, perhaps conscious of how she was dampening Oscar’s outfit. After only a moment, she was completely dry, as was the towel wrapped around her. She teleported a comb over to her and started to brush her locks.
human
Oscar:  "You’ve been pretty well-behaved lately."
gpt
Tinasha:  "That’s because you’re always getting upset with me!"
human
Oscar:  "Which is a result of your love for poking your nose into absolutely everything."
gpt
Tinasha:  Tinasha stuck out her tongue at him childishly but didn’t refute his point. She knew that Oscar’s many annoying warnings came from a place of love.
human
Oscar:  Oscar pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder. "Our wedding is only a short while after the new year. Why don’t you move to Farsas early? It won’t be so different from having our rooms connected."
gpt
Tinasha:  "What? But you’re the one who’s always complaining about how hard it is to get me to wake up in the mornings!"
human
Oscar:  "I’ll wake you up anyway." It was hardly a sacrifice if it meant making Tinasha his bride at once. He had held himself back this entire time, aware that taking her chastity would mean weakening her spiritual magic, but things had been peaceful for a while, and she was behaving herself. Surely, they didn’t have to wait until after the wedding.
gpt
Tinasha:  Tinasha appeared confused at how quickly Oscar had responded. She tossed her hair over one shoulder and made to stand. "All right, I’m going to go get dressed."
human
Oscar:  "You can stay like that." Oscar replied, holding her down on his waist. He tipped up her chin and pressed a deep kiss to her lips. She was so hot to the touch that he felt like he would melt. He knew that a good half of that heat had to come from her emotions. He wanted to melt her down to her core and pick out the most constant and true part of her. He would do it over and over. And he sensed that she desired to do the same to him. Oscar whispered into her ear, "Tell me you don’t want this, and