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.

but what had begun

them into an unexpected embrace fueled by a spark that seemed to ignite

a profound moment of connection, each

was in

bathroom to the bed or how she had been persuaded by Lyndon’s deep, husky voice

only a profound exhaustion that left her unable to move a

N G E L A ‘s L I B R

noon the

her side, her body still nestled against

few times, letting out a soft

magnetic, amused voice

“Awake?”

thoughts gradually

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