Watching You Burn In Regret novel Chapter 107

Early the next morning.

Seren was still drifting somewhere between sleep and wakefulness when she sensed something off. There was something pressed against her cheek. Instinctively, she raised her hand to push it away.

The sensation jolted her fully awake. She snapped her hand back as if she'd touched a live wire.

Her eyes flew open.

Sure enough, what she'd been nuzzling against was Lennon's chest. Somehow, at some point in the night, she'd ended up curled up in his arms.

They were tangled together, far more closely than she'd ever intended.

Her head rested on his arm, her entire body tucked into his embrace. She could hear his steady, powerful heartbeat beneath her ear.

Her breath caught—her muscles tensed on their own.

Nervously, Seren glanced upward. Lennon's handsome face, as if carved by the divine, was right in front of her.

He was awake too, and when her gaze met his, she was caught by those deep, dark eyes—eyes that were unmistakably amused.

Seren felt like she'd just been caught red-handed. A flush prickled across her scalp. "How did I end up in your arms?"

She was sure she'd always been a quiet, still sleeper; no matter how deeply she slept, she always woke in the same position she'd fallen asleep in.

Lennon's lips curved into a slow smile.

"You climbed in yourself. I have no idea when. Maybe you had a nightmare and decided I'd make a good body pillow."

His eyes sparkled, his voice low and teasing, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

Seren wanted to die of embarrassment. Her face was burning, her mind a total blank.

She tried to push his arm away and make a quick escape.

But this time, Lennon didn't let her go.

His arms tightened, holding her close.

His voice was warm, lightly teasing. "Last night you burrowed into my arms and wouldn't budge, no matter how I tried. Now it's my turn to hold you. Seems only fair, doesn't it?"

"I can't let you have all the fun."

Seren was speechless, caught in his arms.

For one thing, there was no way she could outmuscle him. For another, she didn't really have a leg to stand on—he was right. She'd taken all the liberties last night, and pushing him away now would be a bit ungrateful.

With that, Seren quieted, turning from a bristling little kitten to something much softer, her claws tucked away.

Their lips were so close—if she tipped her head up just a little, or he bent down, they'd brush against each other with barely any effort.

So close.

Seren could understand why she didn't want to pull away, but she couldn't for the life of her explain why she suddenly wanted to kiss him.

Her cheeks flamed, her heart thudded out of rhythm, even her breathing turned ragged.

Lennon held her for just a moment longer.

Then, knowing exactly where to draw the line, he released her so they could both get up and get ready for the day.

They had to visit the cemetery while it was still early, so after breakfast, they said their goodbyes and left the Crestwell family estate.

On the drive, Seren suddenly remembered something important. She curled her fingers and turned to glance at Lennon.

"I think I forgot to mention the wedding date."

She'd been so nervous and distracted back at the estate that it had completely slipped her mind.

Then it hit her—Lennon hadn't brought it up, either. Had he forgotten too?