Chapter 100 Fixing the Broken (Anj’s POV) Dylan deepened his kiss, taunting my tongue to play with him. It was challenging to make my brain stop thinking so many things despite the passion and fire of his kisses. I did not resist when he pulled me to sit on his lap, wishing to shut down my brain even for a few minutes to enjoy this moment

When I kissed him back and curled my fingers in his hair, he just lost himself to me that his hand grazed the skin of my shoulder, sliding slowly to the hem of my shirt, groping his hand underneath my clothes

But before he could reach the cup of my bra, I caught his hand, and I couldnt believe I was gripping his wrist so much just to stop him. I was out of breath when I pulled away from him. Were here to talk, not to My heart hammered in my chest when I heard footsteps. Anya

I stood up quickly and ran inside, and I was right; Anya was there, pacing and panicking around the kitchen and not knowing what to do

She raised her hands in the air. “I... I d–didnt see a thing. I’m just...” She breathed out as she put herself together after stammering as she explained. “I‘m just here to take my tea.She breathed out, walking toward the countertop

You don‘t like tea, Anya. Youre a coffee person,I snarled at her

“People change,” Her lips quivered as she forced her lips to curve a smile. Her face flushed red when she saw Dylan coming inside. Taking a deep breath, she picked up the cup and turned her back on us

Anya,” I said. “Sit! You‘re not taking my

on the kitchen island. “You don‘t have

we settle this thing.” He sat on the farthest chair possible. “Who wants a beer?” I asked, and they both raised their hands. I opened the refrigerator and took two cans of beer, and as I sat, I gave them their cans and took the cup of tea in front of Anya. “We’re not ending this night without clearing things out,” I

her eyebrows and shook her

said angrily. “But you‘ve always been in a hurry to

excuses of saving gasoline

to smile, but when I scowled at her, she pursed her lips. I heaved a sigh. “I hardly see you here at home, Anya. What‘s wrong?” She

caring if she was older than me. “You think I didn‘t know you’ve been hiding in the nursing home?”

Dylan left while we had that crazy game?” I asked, lowering my voice this time. “You

went to my bedroom,”

sleep,” Dylan answered, speaking for the first time, but his eyes

 

She gaped at me, her eyes looking at me and

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