His Unveiled Passion

Chapter 111

Tessa flushed in an instant. She quickly averted her gaze, stammering, "W-What are you even talking about? I would never say that..."

Stephen's lips curled into an amused smirk. "Oh? Is that so?"

"Of course! H-How could I possibly say something like that in front of so many people..." Her voice grew weaker with every word.

Damn it.

A hazy memory flickered to life in her mind. It seemed that she... probably... had said those things last night.

"I was just talking nonsense!"

The morning light filtered through the glass window, enveloping her flushed cheeks in a soft, golden glow.

Tessa bit her lip, clearly flustered. "You know I was drunk and rambling. You wouldn't seriously hold a drunk person's words against them, would you?"

Even as she said it, her voice wavered with doubt. She mumbled under her breath, "Legally speaking, intoxicated individuals have diminished capacity for judgment and control... That's called limited capacity for action..."

Stephen let out a low chuckle, his shoulders shaking slightly.

"Are you seriously giving me a lecture on law right now?"

real way out of

"Trying to slip away, huh? Did you forget how boldly you flirted with me last night? How can you think

lingered between them, one she instantly recognized it

her skin,

tension between them

her lips in a deep, scorching kiss. His long,

Tessa responded with

and unrelenting-or the sharp bite of a winter wind, impossible

delicate earlobe, the last thread of

"Tess... may I?"

breath was hot against her skin, his voice husky and low, every syllable dripping

gaze

longing. She didn't answer with words.

a kiss

apple.

single action spoke louder than

were both inexperienced, stumbling through this

the room, the air between

what was

just from nerves but from excitement and a longing she

She wanted

Outside, birds sang softly.

felt perfect—a breathtaking, unforgettable