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!"

leap out of the car when, in an unexpected moment, she found herself

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

warmer.

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

We get so into it when we kiss,"

strange panic rise within her. "You're lying. I never kissed you first. It

mistaken. We kiss

of her head,

was held firmly, giving her

he

widened, stunned. Her mind, already clouded by alcohol,

she felt she might faint, Judson reluctantly broke the kiss, gazing at

like this," he said, guiding her hand

shocked, her cheeks flushed