Hold My Tear, I’m Getting My Wife Back!

Chapter 68

He was way too close for comfort, invading her personal space as if he were about to steal a kiss. Leanne turned her head to avoid him, “None of your business!”

After a couple of drinks, there was a certain tipsy charm about her. Her brows knitted in annoyance, an adorable pout that Curtis couldn’t help but find endearing. He knew he was twisted for thinking so.

“You smell like alcohol. How much did you drink?”

Was it that obvious? Leanne fell for the bait, covering her mouth, “Just a few drinks.”

“Don’t believe you,” Curtis challenged, “Let’s have a little check, shall we?”

Leanne was about to ask how he intended to check. Was he going to draw blood for an alcohol test right there?

But before she could utter a word, Curtis had grasped her delicate chin, pulling her face back towards him. Before she knew it, his lips were on hers.

His cool kiss sent a shiver down her spine, her breath trembling.

Kissing was something Curtis had taught her.

Those past intense and inseparable kisses as well as memories seeped into her very bones.

Curtis seemed to hesitate, breaking away after a brief moment. His fingers caressed her chin while he studied her soft and rosy lips, lost in thought..

was too familiar with his scent, her muscle memory hadn’t been

to think as she instinctively tilted her

deep gaze falling on her face, inscrutable.

sharply. Almost immediately, she pushed Curtis away with force.

stumbled back. As Leanne moved off his lap, she turned to

voice followed her from behind, casual yet enigmatic as he leaned

pursed her lips, “You kissed me

barely touched you a second at most. But you gave me a french kiss for five

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Five seconds? Impossible!

alcohol for being such a treacherous thing, while his

fanned her irritation. He was

What do you want?” she asked.

the sound of his footsteps closing

her into his

my kiss back.” With those words, he dipped his head down

brooking no argument or

taken by surprise, found herself immobilized by his firm grasp around her waist, his ease in prying open her mouth, his tongue

to push against his chest to no avail. Her breath and air were seemingly

conquered her mouth, skillfully entwining with hers, knowing just how