Sold To The Alphas I Hate novel Chapter 407

Chapter 407: Comforting Kiss

Eira’s POV

I felt much lighter after talking to him. The thorn of his silence had been stuck in my heart for a long time.

"You can get up. How long are you going to kneel?" I asked, seeing him not in a mood to move.

"I should be punished with kneeling before you till the end of my life," he said. "This is nothing."

"Get up now," I insisted. "I don’t want you to kneel before me."

He finally stood up, holding my hands, and I followed him as well. As we stood facing each other, his fingers gently pushed the loose strands of my hair aside as his thumb wiped away the traces of tears from my cheeks, his hands cradling my face.

His gaze, the same pair of light green eyes I had always loved, observed my face. He was just as handsome as before, a little rougher than the softer look in the past, but even more enchanting.

"How long has it been since I saw you this close, like this?" he commented, his gaze as if he could never have enough of looking at me. "I thought I would never be able to be this close to you ever again and hold you like this."

"You think too much," I said, a light smile on my face, my eyes observing him. "You got a witchy face. It has always been."

He raised a brow.

"I mean an enchanting face," I explained. "Never failed to bewitch me."

He pulled me closer, his one hand wrapped around my waist firmly, his other hand playing with my hair just like in the past. He said he loved my hair, that they are beautiful.

"Am I that handsome?" he asked.

I nodded. "I fell for your face when I saw you for the first time. I was so shallow, right?"

He chuckled softly. "I don’t mind you being shallow as long as it’s me you fall for."

"I am so hollow, I fell for four other handsome men," I said playfully. "Thankfully, no one’s ugly, or my shallow heart had been hurt badly."

He laughed lightly, that mesmerising smile on his lips I could see once more so closely.

But then his gaze moved to my smiling lips; his gaze told me his intentions. It reminded me of the first kiss we had under that tree, in the place we used to meet after my classes were over.

So many years passed, I still felt that kiss. Maybe it was true when they say the first kiss is always unforgettable. It was true in my case.

My heart beat faster at the thought of feeling it once more, with him, after so long.

"Can I?" he whispered slowly, closely, just a little away from my lips.

In response, I moved up and my lips met his. He didn’t need to ask.

He was a little surprised, but I felt his lips curve into a smile against mine before capturing them in a soft, gentle kiss.

It was just like our first kiss, as if he was trying to remind me of it once more, or trying to reminisce about it himself.

The world seemed to quiet around us.

His fingers tightened slightly at my waist, his other hand cradled my face as he deepened the kiss. His tongue slowly invaded my mouth, stealing my breath way.

My hands moved up to his shoulders, clutching onto him, holding him like I had once held onto those memories hidden inside that box. But this time, he wasn’t a memory. He was here. Breathing. Warm. Mine to touch.

The kiss deepened just a little, still gentle, still hesitant, but carrying everything we couldn’t say in words.

Apology. Longing. Regret.

Love that had never truly left.

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