The Broken-hearted She And The Icy He

Chapter 236

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.

plush, his fingertip felt glued to them. He couldn’t bring himself to

away.

he not move away, his fingers pressed down slightly, coaxing her lips into an even fuller curve, like a ripe

usually pale face flushed

she felt something tickling

she shifted

a caterpillar or some other bug had landed on

missed James‘ hand completely–smacking him across the

“Leila…”

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James froze.

hadn’t expected

in, he realized he

permission–what kind of creep did that make

stirred at the sound of his

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had just happened. Whatever she’d hit hadn’t felt like a bug- it had

just

idea jolted her awake. Her eyes

incredibly close–and on his left cheek,

god. She had absolutely smacked him. Right in

of times before, and never felt an ounce of

but kind to her. She felt like she’d just committed

hung her head

and stammered in a tiny voice, “Elias, I… I didn’t mean to hit you just now. I thought something was

“Mm.”

quiet response, clearly a little uncomfortable

up again. Instead,

grilled some skewers and eggplant. Try them and

He’d made eggplant?

Her favorite!

breakfast that morning, and the thought of

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