Shattered Illusions Love Lies and Redemption (Lizetta and Remington) novel Chapter 982

Lizetta watched Remington, the afternoon sun spilling over his handsome, refined features.

He arched a brow, the corners of his mouth quirking up in a teasing, expectant smile. In that light, he seemed less like the stoic, sharp-edged man she’d always known and more like a charming, mischievous boy—easygoing, almost roguish.

She couldn’t help but think she must be losing her mind. He was in his thirties now, for heaven’s sake. They were both divorced—shouldn’t she be immune to this? And yet, just one look from him still sent her heart skipping in her chest.

Lizetta blinked. “Close your eyes,” she told him.

Remington chuckled. “Really? After all these years, you’re still shy about kissing me?”

“If you won’t, then forget it,” she retorted, making a show of getting up.

He grabbed her wrist before she could move, laughter deepening in his eyes. “All right, all right—I’ll close them.”

He shut his eyes obediently, but his large hand kept a firm hold on her delicate wrist. He knew her too well—she might try to trick him and slip away as soon as he let his guard down.

Part of him was genuinely curious, too. If she needed him to close his eyes, maybe she was planning something more than just a quick peck on the cheek.

As he imagined a passionate, romantic kiss, his thumb traced slow circles along the inside of her wrist, urging her on.

Finally, he felt her hands lift and gently cradle his face.

Remington was a little surprised—it felt oddly formal. Wasn’t a real kiss supposed to start with an arm around the neck? This felt almost childlike, her slender, soft fingers cupping his jaw with such tenderness that he didn’t want to move.

He could sense her drawing closer, her breath warm against his skin. Remington parted his lips slightly, anticipation fluttering in his chest.

But her lips only brushed against the center of his forehead.

He froze, caught between amusement and exasperation. Wasn’t this how you kissed a child goodnight? He’d been expecting fireworks, and all he got was…this.

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