Chapter 239 The Weight of a Kiss

Chapter 239 The Weight of a Kiss

Leila’s skin was dark and coarse, with a prominent scar and a big mole on her face.

Her eyes, though… those were remarkably similar to Lily’s.

They both shinimered with that same bright, glistening light–clear, lively peach blossom eyes.

But their noses were completely different.

Lily had a delicate, well–defined nose. Leila’s was big and round, heavy–looking, like a giant meatball planted in the middle of her face. It gave her whole appearance a clumsy kind of awkwardness.

Most importantly, Leila had an Adam’s apple. There was no way she could be a woman!

The reason James felt something so eerily familiar when their lips touched–why Leila reminded him of Lily–must have been because their lips were shaped similarly. Both of them had lips like soft, sweet cotton candy.

“Leila…”

It took what felt like a full century before James could drag his soul and senses back into his body.

He had always known he could never accept being with a man.

After finding out Leila was male, he’d even sought out a movie to understand what a relationship between two men would look like.

The moment those two men in the film held hands and embraced affectionately, he’d felt too uncomfortable to keep watching. Kissing? Anything more intimate? Absolutely impossible.

He had believed, no matter how deeply he liked Leila, that the most they could ever be was spiritual companions. At most, they might hold hands. Hugging, kissing–he wouldn’t be able to bear it,

But now that he’d actually met her…

to hold her, to be with her, to tangle himself in her forever-

now, all he wanted was to cup the back of her head and deepen the kiss, hard

But he knew better.

purpose–she was drunk,

take

for a full thirty

lifted her into his arms, planning to let her rest inside the tent. Once she sobered up, he wanted to take her for a walk, talk to her, show her more of the beautiful

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her in his arms did he realize

couldn’t have weighed inore

the same as Lily.

was a grown man. How could he

he not

skewers earlier–small, delicate bites like

kind of man

pinched together in

skipping meals, her body will never stay strong. Too light. Too fragile.

together, I’ll make sure she eats

gently set her down and was about to step away when, suddenly, she pushed forward with surprising strength

“Leila…”

closer, James‘ breath began

in no state to know what she was doing.

remembering the sensation of their earlier accidental kiss… the warmth, the sweetness, the

had easily carried her just moments ago, his arms now felt limp. He couldn’t summon the strength to create any

if praying for spiritual enlightenment–but no

being dragged from the clouds back into

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