Night of Destiny Novel by Vanessa K

“Let’s enjoy the fireworks here,” the man suggested. “Sure!” Josephine didn’t want to leave either. Josephine gazed at the fireworks, so entranced by them that she didn’t even blink. She failed to notice that the man next to her was scooting closer.

By the time Josephine finally sensed it, she turned to see the handsome face inches away from hers. Ethan’s arm had also extended around her shoulders without her realizing it. They were so close that they could feel each other’s breaths.

Josephine’s heart skipped a beat. What’s going on? she thought. Her mind went slightly blank. She knew it was extremely suggestive, but she was so absorbed in the moment that she didn’t want to push him away.

Also, as the fireworks were reflected in the man’s eyes, it was as soul-stirring as the galaxy. She was deeply enchanted as if she were under a spell.

Ethan edged closer, meaning to test her response. He soon found that Josephine wasn’t moving away; he felt as if she was encouraging and welcoming him instead.

so soft that he felt like his entire body had gotten an electric shock. Greed filled him in that

like the fireworks had exploded inside her brain too, and her mind turned completely blank. Hm? I

particular about hygiene, especially when it came to physical contact. with people of the opposite gender. However, strangely enough, she didn’t mind Ethan that much,

against him so

she liked the kiss. It was refreshing and something she had never experienced before, so it

Josephine, she reached out and pushed him away. She looked away and panted slightly. Ethan curved his thin lips subtly, his eyes colored with unfulfilled desire. “Ahem! Josephine held her fist to her mouth. and coughed on purpose to

while longer?” Ethan had no intention of going back just like that. “I… I have to go back

“It’s only 8.30PM. The night is still young.” Josephine was speechless. Couldn’t this man see that she was getting

bring pretty girls to his private boat often, then seduce them with his charm? As soon as the thought

to treat that kiss seriously. If not, the man might think she was an easy woman. “Mr. Quarles, it’s getting late.