My Dad's Bestfriend

Chapter 168 Nothing Was Hidden

Evelyn

Jacob's body froze the moment my lips met his. In that fraction of a second, the rational part of me screamed to use my fucking brain and pull away, but the foolish, greedy, hungry part didn't listen. It refused to let go because it wanted this-wanted him. Close. Right here.

With me.

With his lips against mine.

When he didn't move, I kissed him softly, my lips brushing against his. Then, as if a dam had broken, his body relaxed, and he grabbed the back of my neck, plunging his tongue into my mouth. Holy...

This is a very stupid decision, Evelyn. Stop before it's too late.

Just fucking stop.

I wanted to heed the warning in my mind, but my body, my soul, and now even my mind had betrayed me. I was consumed by overwhelming desire, longing, and the love I'd tried so hard to bury. The fire within me was too vast, too intense. I couldn't tame it, but this kiss... as much as it fueled the flames, it soothed them too. It calmed my soul, sating the torturous urges, making up for those agonizing minutes that turned into hours, hours into days, bridging the gap that kept me from what was mine.

But I knew it was temporary.

This kiss was just a fleeting illusion, a momentary escape from the struggle. But I clung to it because I was tired, too fucking tired to fight anymore. I just wanted him. Only him.

life depended on it, and I kissed him back as if he were my entire world, my very

raging within me. Sparks shot through my body, and my skin tingled. Rational thoughts vanished in the heat of the moment, swept away as his lips moved against mine. The same warmth, the same passion, pushed me back into the waves of emotions I thought

through every one of my fucking veins, something my entire existence depended

between his teeth and bit down, kissing me with a hunger that took my breath away. But what he couldn't take away was the need-the insatiable need for more. I wanted

nothing lasts

his body stiffening a clear sign that, despite this being the last thing he wanted to do, he knew he had to. Every fiber of me screamed to stop him, to cup his face, tangle my hands in

eyes... they told me he wanted this to last forever, more than I did. And I knew he could read mine, which said nothing different. I

silence between us stretched, thick with unspoken

in the lingering connection between

I felt weak.

felt drawn to him like a moth to a

And I wanted to feel alive again-like those nights in Italy, the night on

over my bottom lips, my urges

want to kiss

down to my lips, and he cupped my cheek, pulling me in for another kiss. I leaned in, my lips parting, ready to lose myself in him again, when suddenly, the sound of footsteps halting at the doorway made us

eyes darted to the doorway, and so did Jacob's Standing there was the last person

was something I could recognize. What baffled me, though, was the absence

second, my

seen us leaning in for a kiss, Jacob's hand still resting against my cheek, though he was slowly pulling

my throat as I looked at him, my body frozen, unable to