His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 503

Hold on tight. It's better than letting this guy catch another cold—she didn't have time to nurse him back to health.

"Achoo!" The man sneezed.

Eliza glanced over, her eyes filled with concern. "Are you catching a cold?"

"Just a bit, but I'm fine." He scooted closer to Eliza. "It's just a little chilly."

"I'll check if there are any extra blankets or something," Eliza said, getting up to look around.

Casper grabbed her wrist. "Don't go out, it's freezing."

"It's alright, I'll just take a quick look." She insisted, but as soon as she started to get out of the sleeping bag, he pulled her back with surprising strength.

She fell backward, but landed safely in his arms.

Their faces were so close, just an inch apart.

The closeness was awkward, their breaths mingling awkwardly—in short, it was all very awkward.

She pursed her lips, her gaze shyly avoiding his.

But he looked at her intently, his eyes filled with tenderness.

Feeling the warmth of his gaze, she couldn't help but meet his eyes.

Neither of them spoke, just gazing at each other, their breaths intertwining. She could even hear the sound of his heartbeat.

His face slowly moved closer, his nose brushing against hers, the atmosphere charged with unspoken tension.

Her heart raced, she wanted to hold her breath, but her heartbeat quickened, her chest rising and falling.

His slender fingers gently touched her lips, sending a shiver through her, causing her eyelashes to flutter.

His dark eyes scanned her features, desire and longing mingling, stirring the night air.

Finally, his lips softly met hers.

A delicate touch, like a dragonfly skimming the water, before he paused to look at her again.

Her face burned red, her small hands clutching his chest, her eyes misty with emotion.

It felt like young lovers tasting forbidden fruit for the first time.