The Unwavering Heart That Broke (Nathalie and Lance) novel Chapter 607

But Lance had always been a greedy man. A fleeting touch of her lips was nowhere near enough.

His reflexes kicked in instantly. He cupped the back of her head, pulling her in and crashing his lips fiercely against hers.

Nathalie gasped.

Her hands were already braced against his shoulders, fully intending to push him away, but feeling the erratic, trembling rhythm of his breathing, her fingers curled slightly into his shirt, and she abandoned the thought.

Whatever.

If a single kiss was enough to stop him from spiraling into his obsessive thoughts, it was a small price to pay.

The kiss was desperate and searing, as if Lance was trying to breathe her into his lungs.

But their time was severely limited. He couldn't afford to lose control.

He finally pulled back, his thumb brushing away the moisture at the corner of her mouth. "I'll be fine," he promised, his voice wrecked. "Don't worry."

Even though she hadn't said a word, he felt her desperation. He felt her fear.

He had been obsessed with testing her because it was the only way he could reassure himself that she still cared, that there was still a place for him in her heart.

As long as there was even a fraction of love left, it was enough for him to keep fighting.

...

The helicopter touched down on the outskirts of the jungle. There was a small, quiet town nearby with a local clinic.

Nathalie was relentless in her demand to get him checked out, and Lance finally stopped fighting her.

They had a small window of time before their pursuers caught up anyway.

Inside the clinic, the doctor checked Lance's temperature and immediately frowned. "Are you injured? Take off your shirt so I can look."

Nathalie's head snapped toward him, her brows pulling together tightly.

Lance coughed twice. "I'm not injured. I just caught a chill and spiked a fever."

The doctor wasn't having it. "Take off the shirt."

Lance just stared at him.

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