Bye-Bye Jerk, Hello Mr. Right by Rosie Steppe

Chapter 907

“I don’t smell any alcohol,” Lena muttered.

Aaron leaned closer, his flawless face coming within a breath’s distance of hers.

Lena’s nerves tightened like a spring, her pupils dilating as she stared at his face so close to hers. Her heartbeat pounded like a drum, loud and unrelenting.

“How about now? Do you smell it?” Aaron’s voice was low, smooth, and intimate. The closeness made her focus solely on his lips–perfectly shaped, not too thin nor too full. They looked soft, and the thought of kissing them briefly crossed her mind.

An inappropriate and utterly ridiculous notion, yet there it was, popping into her head uninvited.

Amidst her quickened breaths, she seemed to catch a faint hint of sweetness, mingled with a subtle, intoxicating aroma of alcohol. It was… oddly pleasant.

Her hand gripped the edge of the counter tightly. She dared not move, let alone breathe deeply, afraid that the smallest action might bring her lips to his.

If it were anyone else, she might have pushed them away and bolted. But this was her uncle. The man she’d grown up with, someone whose character she knew better than anyone else.

This wasn’t flirting–it couldn’t be. He was just teasing her, nothing more.

boiling,” she said abruptly, breaking

water had boiled, and the temperature

up naturally, turning back to the stove to add noodles and seasoning to the pot. Lena took the opportunity to retreat to the dining table, sitting down with her

hand against her chest, she chastised herself silently: Lena, what is wrong with you? Are your hormones out of balance, or have

had to stop. If she let herself spiral, who knew what might happen? She feared crossing a line so

dish was rich and fragrant, a stark contrast to the sad, plain noodles she had

said, heading to the fridge. He returned with a plate

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favorite. “I just had these made. Let me know if they still

guard. It had been ages since she’d had this particular side dish.

keeping her head down as

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it’s hot. Don’t rush,” Aaron said gently before stepping

her phone to check Keira’s messages. Seeing that she’d sent several voice notes, she hesitated. Not daring to play them aloud, she converted them into