Finally, it was their first night. Leticia whispered, leaning her forehead against his chest, "As expected, is it too far? Should I get closer?" Dietrian barely swallowed a groan. His hand grasping Leticia's shoulder was shaking with a sweet faze, but she didn't notice. "I know that you're uncomfortable. But please bear with me until my mother comes." Dietrian hated Leticia. It was natural as Leticia's mother…