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.

fingertip felt glued to

away.

not move away, his fingers pressed down slightly, coaxing her

face flushed

when she

she shifted slightly, but the

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

eyes were still shut, and she missed James‘ hand

“Leila…”

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James froze.

expected to

settled in, he realized he

permission–what kind of

stirred at the sound

E

Whatever she’d hit

she just slapped

her awake. Her eyes flew

on his left cheek, a

had absolutely smacked him. Right

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

James had been nothing but kind to her. She felt like she’d

head so

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

“Mm.”

quiet response, clearly a

didn’t bring it up again. Instead, his

and eggplant. Try them and

He’d made eggplant?

Her favorite!

breakfast that morning, and the thought of grilled eggplant had her mouth

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