His Destructive, Toxic Love (Jasper and Eliza)

Chapter 503

Hold on tight. It's better than letting this guy catch another cold-she didn't have time to nurse him back to health.

"Achoo!" The man sneezed.

Eliza glanced over, her eyes filled with concern. "Are you catching a cold?"

"Just a bit, but I'm fine." He scooted closer to Eliza. "It's just a little chilly."

"I'll check if there are any extra blankets or something," Eliza said, getting up to look around.

Casper grabbed her wrist. "Don't go out, it's freezing."

"It's alright, I'll just take a quick look." She insisted, but as soon as she started to get out of the sleeping bag, he pulled her back with surprising strength. She fell backward, but landed safely in his arms.

Their faces were so close, just an inch apart.

The closeness was awkward, their breaths mingling awkwardly-in short, it was all very awkward.

She pursed her lips, her gaze shyly avoiding his.

But he looked at her intently, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Feeling the warmth of his gaze, she couldn't help but meet his eyes.

Neither of them spoke, just gazing at each other, their breaths intertwining. She could even hear the sound of his heartbeat.

nose brushing against hers,

wanted to hold her breath, but

touched her lips, sending a shiver through her,

desire and

lips

like a dragonfly skimming the water, before

burned red, her small hands clutching his chest, her eyes misty

felt like young lovers tasting forbidden fruit

yet afraid to want;

like an invitation for him to be bold, and he leaned in

danced, and he greedily

to her fair neck, finally lingering

her hand, their fingers interlocked,

kissed her for what felt like

line

né

much that in the

the perfect

the most

looked at the fine beads of sweat on her nose and the

pulling her close. "Let's

Eliza drifted off quickly.

But Casper couldn't sleep.