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..

with his scent, her muscle memory hadn’t

head was spinning from the alcohol, not giving her a chance to think as she instinctively tilted her

stiffened, his deep gaze falling on her

in a flash, her clarity returning sharply. Almost

moved off his lap, she turned to leave.

her from behind, casual yet enigmatic as

lips, “You kissed

But you gave me a french kiss for five seconds.

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Five seconds? Impossible!

a

only fanned her irritation. He was the one who’d

now? What do you

the sound of

pulled her into his embrace. Caught

he dipped his head down

brooking

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

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

skillfully entwining with hers, knowing just how