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!"

when, in an unexpected moment, she found herself

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

warmer.

inches apart. Her clear eyes met his deep, unfathomable gaze, and she felt something flutter inside her. Her heart was pounding loudly

Nancy? We get so into it when we kiss," Judson said, his eyes intense, almost as if he wanted to devour

within her. "You're lying. I never kissed you first. It was always you

you're mistaken. We kiss all the time, just like

her head, gently pulling her closer for a

held firmly, giving her no chance to

he

mind, already clouded by alcohol, seemed to spin

at her with reddened eyes. His usually composed face now

always kiss, and you touch me like this," he said, guiding her

as if she'd been shocked, her cheeks