Chapter 733
Chapter 733:
Just like ten years ago, she first took the bold step of kissing him.
But back then, she was oblivious to who he really was.
Now, however, she knew who she was kissing.
Cupping his face, she let herself succumb to the moment, disregarding the world around them and indulging in a passionate kiss that transcended their previous awkward encounter. Their tongues danced a passionate tango, intertwining in a sensuous embrace. The judgmental eyes of Sigrid and Paisley faded into insignificance as she cast aside their opinions.
In her heart, a single thought consumed her.
It was him, the very same boy who had warmed her frozen heart in the cold storage ten years ago! She had almost missed her chance and misunderstood everything. But today, she uncovered the truth, and as their kiss deepened, an overwhelming sense of relief washed over her. At that moment, she forgot they were trapped in the chilling embrace of the cold storage, oblivious to the peril that surrounded them.
The ease in her body and the tranquility in her mind brought back the remnants of the beer’s intoxication. She couldn’t discern if it was the alcohol or his kiss that left her intoxicated, her thoughts swirling in a haze. With a careless flick of her hand, she tossed her phone aside, its flashlight illuminating their surroundings.
Milton stared at her in astonishment, taken aback by the intensity of her ardent kiss. Her eyes remained closed, long lashes casting perfect arcs on her face. He extended his arms, enveloping her in an embrace, pulling her closer, desperate to savor every moment.
It had been far too long since he last kissed her, forbidden from doing so by her own decree. Though anger welled within him, he restrained himself, unwilling to delve into that.
But now, she took the initiative, surprising him with her passion, pushing him to the edge of his self-control! Just as he teetered on the brink, he abruptly broke away, denying himself the pleasure of her lips.
“I’m sorry. I can no longer contain my desire for you,” he confessed, his forehead pressed against hers, his breath ragged, his heartbeat wild and erratic.
Candice gasped, her chest heaving, her hand gripping his neck before she tilted her head to capture his lips once more.
Exhaling her essence into his mouth, she whispered, “If you can’t hold back, then don’t bother with it!”
Milton’s eyes widened, disbelief etched on his face. Her explicit and passionate words were beyond anything he had expected. Her beautiful eyes glazed with intoxication, her expression tinged with confusion. He knew the alcohol had affected her, probably eroding her usual composure.
Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t have hesitated. But this was different.
After a brief interlude of kissing, he pushed her away once again. “No, I can’t. It’s not your safe period.”
Candice lost all semblance of control. His words took her by surprise, rendering her momentarily speechless. She blinked, confusion furrowing her brow. “What? You know when it’s safe?”
She, a woman, couldn’t fathom the intricacies of such calculations.
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