He Gave Her My Eyes A Story of Final Sight novel Chapter 177

Garry’s scent drifted through the air, soft and warm, weaving into Theresia’s breath.

She stared at him, stunned. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe her mind was just slow tonight, but she didn’t react right away. Instead, she felt the kind of thing that usually only happened in her dreams. Garry’s lips were pressed gently against hers, moving on their own, and for a moment, she let him kiss her.

Reality crashed back in. Theresia shoved him away, harder than she meant to.

Garry winced, clutching his chest where he’d been hurt before. Only then did Theresia remember his injury. Her heart twisted with worry, but she kept it to herself.

He took a moment to catch his breath, looking at her like he was seeing her for the first time. Her cheeks were pink, her lips red and shining from the kiss, looking even more tempting than a peach just picked from the tree.

Garry swallowed, the taste of wine lingering on his tongue. For once, he looked completely lost.

The guy who’d bumped into him earlier had already disappeared into the bathroom. Garry’s muscles tensed as he stepped back. “Sorry.”

Theresia tried to play it cool. “It was an accident. No big deal.”

Sure, the kiss had started by accident, but it definitely hadn’t ended that way. Theresia didn’t call him out, not wanting to make things even weirder. Garry nodded. “Theresia, I just wanted to tell you, I’m not here to mess things up for you.”

He’d seen her heading toward the bathroom and followed, wanting to clear things up before she got the wrong idea.

Theresia pressed her lips together. “Okay, I get it. For now, let’s not let Lawrence know we know each other. He’d get suspicious.”

That was what Garry had been thinking too, but hearing her say it made him feel a little uneasy.

After a pause, he blurted out, “Do you still have feelings for him?”

Across the table, Hanson looked at her in surprise. “Theresia, your face is so red. Are you feeling okay? You’re not getting sick, are you?”

Theresia forced a laugh. “Really? I feel fine.”

Helena leaned in, grinning. “No, seriously, you’re blushing so much.”

Theresia fumbled for an excuse. “It’s just the drinks, that’s all.”

She had, in fact, had two glasses of soju, so her explanation worked, and Helena didn’t push it. Honestly, Helena and Hanson had drunk a lot more than she had.

Somehow, the conversation turned to love and relationships. Hanson started going on about how tough men had it, while Helena rattled off all the ways women had it just as hard.