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

Chapter 142

"How about I carry you down, sweetheart?" Judson murmured, resting his head on Nancy's shoulder, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Nancy frowned, clearly unimpressed. "You're not my husband."

"That's not true. I am Nancy's husband," Judson declared, wrapping his strong arms around her slim waist, his dark eyes fixed on her lips.

"Nancy, you got drunk and forgot. You don't remember me kissing you every day?"

Nancy paused, clearly trying to piece together the situation.

"Did I ever give you permission to kiss me every day?"

"Of course," Judson replied confidently, his intense gaze never leaving hers. "Nancy, do you even know how we kiss?"

Despite being tipsy, Nancy felt a hint of danger in Judson's intense gaze. Acting on instinct, she reached for the car door handle, blurting out, "I don't want to know!"

about to leap out of the car when, in an unexpected moment,

their bodies, separated only by thin layers of clothing, made the small car

warmer.

faces just inches apart. Her clear eyes met his deep, unfathomable gaze, and she felt something flutter

it when we kiss," Judson

within her. "You're lying. I never kissed you

mistaken. We kiss all

the back of her head, gently pulling her closer for a

giving her no chance

than he

clouded by alcohol, seemed to spin

might faint, Judson reluctantly broke the kiss, gazing at her with reddened eyes. His usually composed face now showed a hint of

touch me like this," he said, guiding her hand to his abs. Her palm rested

her hand back as if she'd been shocked, her cheeks