Countdown to My Divorce

Her Exit 360

Rachel casually whipped up three dishes and a soup. Lately, for some strange reason, she’d been craving spicy food. So she made spicy chicken, stir–fried squid with chili, and a dish Tyler liked, meatballs.

When she brought the food to the table, Tyler actually looked pretty satisfied. Rachel knew it was the meatballs he was pleased with.

She took off her apron and was just about to sit down when something seemed to roll past her foot. Ray suddenly went berserk, darting around the living room and knocking over a cup on the coffee table, spilling water everywhere.

Then he spotted a bug flying around the room and lunged toward the table. Rachel didn’t even have time to react. Ray crashed straight into her.

Her slender frame couldn’t handle the impact. She toppled backwards.

Quick on his feet, Tyler reached out and grabbed her waist, trying to pull her back.

But out of nowhere, Ray barreled into Tyler too, sending both of them crashing to the floor in a dizzying heap.

In that split–second, Tyler instinctively shielded Rachel’s head with his hand. A sharp crack followed, and a jolt of pain shot through his arm.

It was probably broken.

a sharp pain in her back and a small bump to the head, but what really jolted her was the warmth on her lips. Her mind

she finally processed what was happening, her first instinct was to

Her eyes widened.

the hell

His kiss had

they were molded into

eyes were closed, so she couldn’t tell what was going

was a good kisser. So good, in fact, it stirred up something raw

been too long

to be

been dragged into deep water. The only sound she could hear was her own chaotic

further down her back.

His gaze was intense. His voice was deep

frantically. “Tyler, do you even

whether my male functions are still working.” He said it so bluntly and casually like it was the most

wondered if Tyler