Tilda flashed a defiant smile, aware of her temporary advantage.

She was injured, after all, and he couldn’t very well splash back without risking her wound.

Lyndon responded not with words but with action.

His gaze captured her lips for a moment before he leaned forward, closing the small gap between them with a tender kiss.

The contact was warm, catching Tilda off guard, causing her fingers to tighten around the edge of the tub.

What just happened?

Did he just kiss her?

That sure was a bold way to retaliate.

had begun as an innocent attempt to tease escalated

an unexpected embrace fueled by

atmosphere became a profound moment of connection, each kiss intensifying

mind was in

or how she had been persuaded by Lyndon’s deep, husky

feel the pain of her wound, only a profound exhaustion that left her unable

A ‘s L I B R A R

until noon

lying on her side, her

blinked a few times,

magnetic,

“Awake?”

thoughts gradually

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