The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 237 The Forbidden Touch

Chapter 237 The Forbidden Touch

But no matter how hard she tried to think of a solution, nothing came to mind.

She hadn’t slept more than three hours the night before, and the cozy warmth of the tent–like it had its own built–in heater–lulled her into drowsiness. Before she knew it, she had fallen fast asleep.

“Leila, the skewers and eggplant are ready. Come out and have a few.”

James called to her several times, but there was no response from inside the tent.

Grilled skewers weren’t nearly as good cold.

He took off his gloves and decided to go in and get her himself.

Lifting the flap, he found her sound asleep, her peculiar little face relaxed in slumber, looking softer than

ever.

Up close, her face looked even uglier–but for some strange reason, also more adorable.

Her eyelashes were long, like little fans casting delicate shadows beneath her eyes.

Her nose was round, blunt, and clumsy–looking… yet it somehow added to her charm.

And her lips-

Those soft, pink lips were slightly pursed in sleep. Mesmerized, he reached out without thinking, letting the pad of his callused fingertip brush against them.

Softer than he’d imagined. Dangerously soft.

The kind of softness that made

man want to kiss her.

It was their first time meeting in person, and clearly, she wasn’t ready to accept him–not like that. He knew he shouldn’t overstep.

so irresistibly plush, his fingertip felt glued to them. He couldn’t

away.

down slightly, coaxing her lips into an even fuller curve,

pale face flushed with

she felt something tickling her lips.

shifted slightly, but the

some other bug had landed on her mouth. Without thinking, she swatted at

still shut, and she missed James‘ hand completely–smacking him across

“Leila…”

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The

James froze.

expected

in, he realized

without permission–what kind

stirred at the sound

E

she’d hit hadn’t felt like a bug- it

just

awake. Her eyes flew

on his left cheek, a

smacked him. Right

of times before, and never felt an ounce of guilt. They deserved

had been nothing but kind to her. She felt like she’d just committed a serious

schoolgirl, she hung her head so low her chin nearly touched

mean to hit you just now. I thought something was on my lips. Like a bug or something. I didn’t know

“Mm.”

quiet response, clearly a

up again.

some skewers and eggplant. Try them and let

He’d made eggplant?

Her favorite!

morning, and the thought of grilled eggplant had