Find me in your labyrinth (Stella and Jonathan) novel Chapter 3359

Suddenly, she was lifted into the air. She instinctively clung to him tightly.

Gonzalez carried her into the bedroom and gently laid her on his bed. He didn't turn on the lights; the room was bathed in the faint, silvery glow of the moonlight, creating an atmosphere that was quiet and enchanting.

He caressed her cheek. "Go take a shower. I'll warm up some milk for you, and you can go to sleep right after."

Norah looked up at him, her voice barely a whisper. "Where are you going to sleep?"

He paused for a second. "Right here."

"I really think I should just go home," she mumbled.

He didn't need her comfort anymore. What had just happened in the living room left her pulse racing, and she knew that if things escalated again, neither of them would be able to stop.

In the darkness, he held her gaze intently. After a long moment, he said, "I don't want you to leave. We won't do anything. I just want to hold you."

Norah bit her lip and gave a barely perceptible nod.

*

Gonzalez stepped out of the room. Norah let out a soft breath and turned her attention to the bathroom door.

As the warm water cascaded over her, her mind remained in a foggy haze. His masculine scent lingered on her skin, winding through her senses like ivy taking root. She felt like a budding flower, waiting for the perfect moment to burst into glorious bloom.

There was only one bath towel in the bathroom—the one he normally used.

Norah wrapped it around herself. Catching the faint hint of his signature minty scent on the fabric, she couldn't help but flush, a beautiful rosy hue spreading across her luminous skin.

But her romantic reverie was abruptly shattered: she had forgotten to grab her pajamas. How was she supposed to walk out of here?

Was she just going to walk out wearing his towel?

She had already been pretty brazen tonight. Was she completely tossing her dignity out the window now?

She gently slapped her own cheeks. What was wrong with her today? She was making mistakes left and right. Couldn't she just play it cool for one minute?

The more dangerously handsome the man, the more composed she needed to be!

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