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 been forgotten,

alcohol, not giving her a chance to think as she

falling on her face, inscrutable.

clarity returning sharply. Almost immediately, she pushed

As Leanne moved off his

her from behind, casual yet enigmatic as he leaned against the

pursed her lips, “You

me a french kiss for five seconds. You got

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Five seconds? Impossible!

such a

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

what now? What do you want?”

sound of his footsteps closing in

and pulled her into his embrace. Caught off guard, she

kiss back.” With those words, he

were assertive, brooking no argument or

immobilized by his firm grasp around her waist, his ease in prying

no avail. Her

hers, knowing