The Road to Rebirth Her Fresh Start and His Late Sorrow by Helena R. Bates

Chapter 115

Nancy's eyes were misty as she gazed at Judson, seemingly trying to decipher the meaning behind his words.

She looked as puzzled as a lost kitten, her eyes a bit red at the corners. Just for a moment, Judson felt something snap inside him, leaving room for only one overwhelming thought.

He wanted her, to make Nancy his completely.

Before Nancy could even process what was happening, she found herself sinking into the plush, king- sized bed.

His fiery kiss was upon her again, their lips and tongues intertwining with an urgency that seemed to want to steal the very air from each other's lungs.

"Judson..." Nancy whimpered, her voice trembling with uncertainty.

Judson paused, sensing the quiver in her voice, and quickly wrapped her in a comforting embrace. "Nancy, don't be scared."

Nancy nestled closer to Judson's neck,murmuring, "I'm not scared."

Judson realized Nancy was ready, and his hand moved to her back, intending to soothe. But as his fingers brushed over a faint scar, his pupils dilated, and the fire inside him instantly cooled.

frozen, her confusion evident. Just as she was about to speak, she found herself lifted

in the cool bathtub, looking up at him

sudden rush, icy water sprayed down from

want to be with you, but I don't want you to

her heart,

the tub. But Judson quickly

antidote for 'Lust' and bring over a few buckets of

and looked at the struggling Nancy. "Nancy, it'll

rushing water filled the room, and before long,

the water

burrowed closer to him. "Judson,

over soon." Judson

firm knock at the door interrupted her. Judson positioned himself protectively in front of her,

suit hurried in, averting his eyes at the scene. "Mr. Buchanan, the ice is here, but the antidote will

was cold

of the tub

shot Judson

meaning