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.

my very existence the reason

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

an emotion. He coursed through every one

down, kissing me with a hunger that took my breath away. But what he couldn't take away was the need-the insatiable need

lasts forever,

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

stared at each other. His 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 wanted him. I wanted to forget every terrible thing and have him back in my

us stretched, thick

felt hesitant, caught in the

I felt weak.

to him like a moth

wanted to feel alive again-like those nights in Italy, the night on the yacht, the nights in my bedroom, the day his eyes raked over my body when I was in the pool, and the moment we painted together,

my bottom lips, my

want to kiss

kiss. I leaned in, my lips parting, ready to lose

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

his expression unreadable. Disappointment? No Anger Not that either. But pain? Yes, that was something I could recognize. What baffled me, though, was the absence of surprise. There wasn't even a trace

second, my mind

seen us leaning in for a kiss, Jacob's hand still resting

throat as I looked