A Surprising Twist of Fates (Sierra and Theo)

Chapter 123 A Racing Heartbeat The hand around her waist was burning hot. With its warmth radiating through her, it made her body weak and unsteady.

"Is he gone yet?" Sierra whispered.

"Not yet," Theo replied. He had a serious tone as he looked down at the woman curled against his chest. A trace of amusement flickered in his deep eyes.

He wished he could hold her like this forever, never letting go.

Time stretched on, and Sierra's arm-propped against the seat to keep herself from pressing too close to him-started to ache. However, she didn't dare move, afraid of accidentally touching something she shouldn't.

In the cramped space, the cool, woody scent of Theo's cologne surrounded her, pulling her in, and consuming her. It caused her heart to skip a few beats.

She hesitantly tilted her head and was immediately met with his sharp jawline. His skin was flawless, his features so strikingly perfect that no matter which angle she looked from, there wasn't a single flaw to be found.

Suddenly, Theo lowered his gaze, and their eyes met.

The tension in the air grew silently, like a subtle, enticing fragrance wrapping around them, pulling them closer, and creating an undeniable connection between them.

His eyes gradually grew deeper, the heat becoming so intense as if a fire was burning beneath the surface.

he still not gone?" Sierra blurted out, desperate to break the

like she might combust- and finally decided to let her off the hook. His voice, however, was noticeably

"He just left."

forcing herself out of his embrace and trying to break free from

stop her. He just watched as she quickly put some distance between them and sat stiffly at his side. Her ears were practically glowing red, making the corners of his lips curve

don't need to..." Sierra started to speak with frustration, but midway through, she suddenly paused, gently biting

"What?" His voice was

face burned hotter. She forced herself to stay composed. "I didn't do

deep timbre of his voice brushing against her

slow, lingering touch. "Guess I got a little

for a brief moment, she found

was something softer there-something warm, like rippling waves beneath the surface. The flicker of emotion

rush of unease-a sense of awkwardness

men and

should have boundaries. Even

my elder, we still