Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

Chapter 702

His hands wandered beneath her sweater, deftly unfastening the buttons on the back as though he'd done it a thousand times before.

"Leda... Leda..." he murmured between kisses, her name rolling off his lips with a tenderness that was at odds with the fervor of his actions, as though he wanted to consume her whole.

With a slight exertion, Leda managed to push him away, her cheeks flushed and her breathing uneven. "It's broad daylight, York. What do you think you're doing? Get off."

He looked at her with a playful gleam in his eyes, clearly wanting more. "Come on, let me kiss you just a little longer..."

He leaned in again, unabashed. "You've been at the hospital with Roseanne these past few days. I've missed you like crazy!"

"Missed me?" Leda raised an eyebrow, skepticism written all over her face. "Aren't you missing a word there?"

He chuckled, shameless. "Alright, fine. I've missed sleeping with you. So what?" With that, he wrapped an arm around her, clinging like a stubborn koala.

Leda was used to his antics by now. She responded calmly, "You're supposed to be Mr. Gibson, the charmer extraordinaire. How come you're acting like a restless teddy bear?"

York's face fell. "Who are you calling a teddy bear?"

"You, obviously."

II

questions like that. You've already been insulted once; why

"

a rest? Fine,

"Hey, don't you-mmph!"

her with another kiss, long

of red. York, the stubborn mule, refused to budge until she

part dog or something?" York

once, Leda didn't have

fresh air, her cheeks as red

through the windshield,

sitting in the driver's seat, looked utterly satisfied, like a bear who'd

quite wrap her head around

that drunken night, she'd decisively ended their collaboration. No time to notify

anger, and

Until-

dinner. As she stepped through the

with none

Gibson greeted her with such warmth, it was as if Leda was more of a

Leda was contemplating an excuse to

saw Leda,

And then...