The Heartbreak Prescription by Glazed Snow

hapter 512

Halsey's legs wobbled, and although her arms were still wrapped around Dwight's neck, her delicate body went soft against his chest.

Dwight's arms tightened around her slender waist. He lifted her and pressed her gently against him,

Halsey's face turned bright red as she pushed him away.

Their lips parted, and Dwight looked at her, her lips glistening from the kiss. In a low voice, he asked, "What's wrong?"

Halsey's big, watery eyes flickered nervously, and she quickly glanced at his pants. "You're pressing against me." Dwight froze, unsure of what to say.

Halsey, to her surprise, noticed a faint blush spreading across his face. She never expected someone as stoic and cold as him to blush

She smiled mischievously. "Are you blushing?"

"I'm not," he replied quickly, trying to hide his embarrassment.

"You're definitely blushing!" she teased, reaching out as if to touch his cheek.

Dwight moved back slightly. "Stop messing around."

Halsey leaned in close to his ear, her voice dropping to a soft whisper. "Do you want me to help you like last time?

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to the last time-they were in his room, on

she was asking him if he wanted

to refuse, but then he looked into her eyes. Those large, beautiful eyes

he said

shyness, but she was determined. Standing on tiptoe, she kissed

wandered down his

like this-seeing the usually cold and serious Dwight, now looking disheveled, his eyes red-rimmed as

and it

this side of him. Every time it happened, she felt a thrill of

in

for

a dimly lit hallway, with no

buried in her long

asking Dwight whether he

breath was uneven, and after a long pause, he murmur la soft

pressed on, "Is that a

frustrated with the teasing, the sound of her voice driving him wild. He couldn't take it anymore. Without another word,

now looking

"Bebe? Bebe?"

There was no response.

subordinate.

his head.