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

breath, but her heartbeat quickened, her chest rising

gently touched her lips, sending a shiver through her, causing

her features, desire and longing

lips softly met

a dragonfly skimming the water,

burned red, her small hands clutching

young lovers tasting forbidden fruit for the

afraid to want; willing, yet full of

like an invitation for him to

tongues danced, and he greedily savored her

from her lips to her fair

their fingers interlocked, making

night, he kissed her for what felt like

line

né

let go, so much that in the end, her hands reached up to his neck, allowing him to

perfect place

it wasn't fully satisfying, it was the most willingly they had given themselves to

fine beads of sweat on her nose and the mist

her close. "Let's get some

Eliza drifted off quickly.

But Casper couldn't sleep.