The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 48 You Blushed Like I Proposed

Simon thought Lily would keep unbuttoning his shirt, groping him, maybe even go further.

He had mentally prepared himself for it.

What he didn’t expect was that, after undoing just one button and brushing her fingertip over his collarbone, she actually stopped.

What the heck did that mean? His flushed face darkened again, a deep shade of ink.

But when he noticed her eyes locked so intently on his chest, his expression softened slightly.

Was she too drunk to control her fingers? Couldn’t undo the rest of the buttons?

He lowered his face, cast her a cold and disdainful glance, and muttered, “Just this once.”

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my clothes!” “From now on, stay away from me! Don’t touch me–and don’t even think about taking off

Even as he spat out those icy words, the pale skin of his neck flushed crimson.

He drew a deep breath, turned his face away from her, and awkwardly began unbuttoning the rest of his shirt–one button at a time.

He looked both annoyed and flustered.

“Lily, are you out of your damn mind? What the heck are you trying to do tonight? Who told you to touch there?”

Simon couldn’t believe it. The second he had undone all the buttons, Lily’s brazen hand dropped to his belt buckle.

Her soft fingertips, smoother than the finest silk, brushed across his abs. He was almost certain she was trying to…

With his face now burning red, he glanced toward the hallway security camera and hoarsely warned, “Not here!”

“You’re a woman–how are you this shameless, this utterly disgraceful?”

was as if he’d been wrapped

knew he ought to pull

touch really revealed everything,

in him to want.

breath burned, hot and

up with shame and helplessness, as if

moment, he

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room. I can’t get caught on

she seemed genuinely in

slide. “If you absolutely must do this here… it’s not impossible. I’ll just make a call, have someone shut off the cameras. Then you

earring that had landed on his belt buckle, stepping

“Finally found it!”

face in an instant, replaced by a rigid, awkward

all that, her unbuttoning my shirt, touching my collarbone, messing with his belt buckle, wasn’t about that at all? She’d just been looking for her damn earring?

“Lily!”

her left wrist tightly,

figure out what

say a word to

her earlobe a few times before finally

blocking her path, and it was pissing her off. She yanked her arm free and gave

don’t loiter

she didn’t even check to see if he moved. She wobbled as she fumbled with her keycard

is she calling me a good boy? His face turned even

to look at Lily’s infuriating

collapsing after just

was

somehow she still moved pretty

stumbling steps like she was walking on stilts, then flopped onto the bed and

“Lily…”