Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 3100

The backyard was bathed in the dim, hazy, yellow light of a single wall lamp. The roses bloomed silently in the night. Circe was curled up fast asleep in her little bed, while Coco was sprawled on the pavement, lazily swatting at passing moths.

Xavier was sitting in the wicker chair, leaning heavily against the backrest, appearing fast asleep.

He had drank a lot tonight—partially out of celebration, and partially to step in and intercept the drinks meant for her.

Norah tiptoed forward, standing right in front of the chair. She leaned down, intending to check if he was really asleep, but as she studied his face, she found herself completely mesmerized.

His eyebrows were incredibly dark and thick—natural, sharp slants that looked like they were carved straight out of a classic novel, radiating an intense, dominant energy.

Just by looking at his brow, you could tell he was a man of iron will and relentless pride.

His eyes were closed now, but she knew they were long and striking, with a sharp, natural upward tilt at the corners.

His nose was perfectly straight, hinting at the deeply honorable nature buried in his bones.

A rough layer of stubble had grown along his jawline, making him look at least five years older than he actually was. Norah didn't care in the slightest. Whatever version of him this was, she loved him all the same.

She desperately wanted to trace her fingers across that rugged stubble.

Acting purely on impulse, Norah didn't even think before reaching out toward his jaw.

Just as her fingertips were about to brush his skin, his eyes snapped open. A feral, razor-sharp intensity flashed in the dark depths—pure, lethal alertness.

He looked exactly like he did that day on the mountain road, surrounded by thugs, radiating pure aggression and terrifying violence.

Startled, Norah instinctively jumped backward. Her heel clipped the edge of the wooden coffee table, and she fell hard onto it.

The table was already half-rotten and poorly repaired by Xavier time and time again. It stood zero chance of supporting her weight. With a violently loud crack, the wood splintered completely. Having lost her balance, Norah screamed as she plummeted backward.

In a blur of motion, Xavier locked his hand around her wrist and yanked her forward with incredible force.

Caught in a panic, Norah used his momentum to pull herself up, but she flew entirely too fast, crashing directly into his chest.

The shattered pieces of the table clattered to the ground. Circe jolted awake in terror, and Coco stood up to inspect the commotion. A warm summer breeze rustled the rose bushes, filling the air with a heavy, intoxicating floral scent.

She didn't dare look him in the eyes, her eyelashes trembling uncontrollably. Her soft cheeks were burning crimson. She was incredibly shy and painfully inexperienced, yet she pressed the kiss deeper, leaving him no room to escape.

Slowly, she shifted her weight, bringing both knees onto the wicker chair. Her slender frame completely blanketed his large, dominant body, commanding the kiss with absolute authority.

She tasted so incredibly pure, her breath sweet, her lips tasting like absolute heaven.

Mixed with the heavy scent of liquor radiating between them, Xavier was thoroughly intoxicated.

The summer breeze carried a heavy, sensual heat, brushing past the blooming roses, over her trembling eyelashes, and across their tightly locked lips. It settled right over their racing hearts, the temperature skyrocketing as the air grew suffocatingly intimate.

After a long while, running short of breath, Norah pulled back slightly, panting softly against his mouth before trailing desperate kisses down his jawline.

The girl's raw boldness finally snapped a shred of reason back into the man's mind. His expression shifted sharply, and he reached out, forcefully shoving her back.

Norah stumbled backward from the violent push. One leg slipped wildly off the edge of the wicker chair, her body tipping backward toward the ground. In a total panic, she grabbed a fistful of his shirt to steady herself.

And then, the entire world went perfectly silent.