Tangled in His Obsession (Seraphina)

Chapter 207

The cold water in the fridge was all gone, and Seraphina, after a moment’s thought, decided to drop some ice cubes into a glass, fill it with water, and give it to Leandro.

She went upstairs with the glass, her heart full of anticipation.

Sure, it was just a glass of water, but to her, it was a sign of her growing connection with him.

The day had the feel of a teenage fantasy-fleeting but enchanting, even if it might have been an illusion

Yet, as Seraphina re-entered her room with a glass of water, that gentle reverie dissolved There, at her desk, sat Leandro, thumbing through her textbooks. Panic surged within her. She rushed over, setting the glass down precariously while trying to reclaim her book

Caught off guard, Leandro released the textbook. But in that hurried motion, the glass teetered, then tipped, spilling cold water directly onto him.

“Oops!” Seraphina immediately started scrambling, dropping the textbook onto the floor and bending down to dry Leandro off, picking out ice cubes from his clothes.

Most of the water had spilled on Leandro’s pants, but in her panic, she didn’t notice and went straight to clean up his pants.

By the time she realized what she was doing, Leandro had grabbed her wrist.

This was, without a doubt, pretty awkward

Seraphina blushed so hard that het ears turned red. She lowered her gaze, took a moment to compose herself, then looking at the toppled glass, she bit her lip and said, I’ll go get you another glass of water

Even though the air conditioning was on, the room somehow felt heated.

Leandro cleared his throat, trying to keep his composure.

Seraphina quickly picked up the glass and went to refill it, while Leandro turned his attention back to the textbook she had just snatched from him.

What could possibly be in it that had her so on edge?

Leandro reached out and picked up the textbook

the door, glanced back to

a chance to react, her

her like this, Leandro leaned back in his chair,

caution to the wind, lunged at the textbook

“Thud!”

with his chair, and Seraphina, who had thrown herself at him, fell

hit the floor, the cover of the textbook in Leandro’s

hair, a white shirt, deep-set eyes,

looked at the drawing. While he was taken aback, she felt as if

secret was now

compare the portrait to her before locking eyes

affection but brushed it off as a fleeting crush. Yet now, that same girl was close to him, radiating a

body, the heat from her body slowly seeping into

he

into his, and

blushing girl in front of him, his mind suddenly flashed with inappropriate

time he realised what he was thinking, his brain was telling him

this hot?” he asked in

confused, her breath quickening as she met his gaze, unable

eye’shaking a

her waist, drawing her

moment – Iser feelings exposed to him, especially when she felt so caught off guard. The uncertainty of his reaction weighed

response

a comforting contrast to her nervous coolness. An overwhelming rush of emotions made her feel as

without forethought. It began gently, just the tender touch of lips. But the soft press quickly deepened into a Tervent embrace. Though inexperienced, she let herself be guided

caught in the whirlwind of emotions and sensations. Lost In the moment, she struggled to grasp the reality of their closeness.

was no denying that their