The Sway and Slide of Love by Jean Song

Chapter 778

When vision was stripped away, the other senses became acutely heightened. At this moment, Noelle's hearing was especially sharp.

As the approaching footsteps grew closer, her grip tightened instinctively. Her nails dug into her palm, but the sting was insignificant compared to everything else she was feeling.

She had no idea how much time had passed. Maybe it was a few minutes, or maybe mere seconds. But to her, every moment felt endlessly stretched. Each breath she took felt as if it spanned a century.

Like fleeting memories flashing by in a film, she barely had time to process how to face him before Hendrix had already laid down beside her.

The queen-sized bed suddenly felt suffocatingly small. She could feel the heat of his body and smell the crisp scent of his shower gel.

Then, his hand settled lightly on her waist. That single touch was enough to make Noelle go entirely rigid. Her already clenched fists tightened even more.

And at that moment, Hendrix pulled back her blanket.

"Aren't you worried about suffocating yourself?" he asked.

As he spoke, he pressed his body closer, his lips brushing against her ear.

A breath of warmth skimmed past her skin, making Noelle tense even more. She couldn't even find the words to respond.

He just watched her profile, waiting for her to

knew the inevitable moment was coming, that the weight of it was already pressing against her. But it just wouldn't

more agonizing, and Hendrix seemed to find it amusing. So, he didn't rush, simply watching her with a

couldn't take it

her

she flipped over abruptly-turning

her side with

lying flat on her

intently and asked, "Are you

Hendrix seized the moment

the gentle, lingering

one was

aggression. It was relentless,

asserting dominance and felhet

was rightfully

meant as a gasp for

down from her chin. Noelle's neck was long and tanned, her earlobes smooth