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..

familiar with his scent, her muscle memory hadn’t

the alcohol, not giving her a chance to think as she instinctively tilted

deep gaze falling

a flash, her clarity returning sharply. Almost immediately, she pushed Curtis

As Leanne moved off his lap,

yet enigmatic as he leaned against the couch. “Why’d you kiss

lips, “You kissed me first.”

barely touched you a second at most. But you gave me

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Five seconds? Impossible!

a treacherous thing, while his

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

now? What do you want?” she asked.

came, just the sound of

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

words, he dipped his head

assertive, brooking

by his firm grasp around her waist, his ease in prying open her mouth, his tongue

to no avail. Her breath and air were seemingly

hers, knowing just how to touch