He Lost Me to His Best Friend novel Chapter 658

In all her years, she was quick to drop wild, explicit jokes, and she and Chatwin had shared plenty of R-rated banter during their late-night chats.

But actually touching a man's bare skin like this? It was a first in her nearly thirty years of life.

She was the textbook definition of "a giant in words, a dwarf in action." When it came to romance, she was a total coward, a late bloomer.

Even though her lustful heart was ready to pounce, her finger froze in mid-air, stopping exactly a centimeter away from Chatwin's chest.

She suddenly lost her nerve. Shutting her eyes, her breathing grew rapid, and her heart hammered so violently she felt like she might suffocate.

Suddenly, her wrist was grabbed.

Before she could react, a large hand pulled hers forward!

Her palm sank fully into a firm yet warm wall of muscle!

The sudden tactile sensation caused her brain to short-circuit.

Talia froze completely.

A second later, her stiff, upright body was pulled into the man's embrace.

She jerked her head up, meeting his deep eyes.

He had completely dropped his usual playful smirk; his gaze was now filled with a mix of worry and undeniable tenderness.

"Don't do anything stupid like this again, you hear me?"

"If you want to do something crazy, do it with me. I give you permission to do whatever you want to me. But I absolutely forbid you from chatting up other men behind my back ever again."

"Do you know how worried I was the moment I heard you were in trouble?"

Talia was beyond shocked—her entire brain went completely blank.

What was Chatwin doing?

What did all these words even mean?

"Are you... sure?"

Finally realizing what she had just said, Talia internally screamed. "...!"

They stared at each other, wide-eyed, plunging into a bizarrely awkward silence.

Cold sweat broke out on Talia's back; she was losing her mind.

She instinctively wanted to retreat, to push Chatwin away and go cool off somewhere, but she also worried that shoving him abruptly would ruin the moment or create a misunderstanding.

She was burning with anxiety.

Thank God, right at that moment, her phone, which had been charging on the side, began to ring.

Like a reflex, she shoved Chatwin away, grabbed the phone, and frantically hit the answer button.

"Scarlett, help... save me!"