Reject My Alpha President (Iris and Arthur) novel Chapter 64

Arthur’s arms are warm and comforting around my body. He holds me with such ease, the curve of my waist fitting perfectly against his chest. For a moment, we just stare at each other, and he doesn’t put me down right

away.

To say that I feel attraction to Arthur right now would be an understatement. As those green eyes look down at me, it feels like fireworks are lighting up beneath my skin, hot flares and sparks fizzling behind my chest.

“Arthur…”

I mutter his name without even thinking, my fingers delicately digging into his shoulders. His arms tighten around me, pulling me ever so slightly closer. Our noses almost brush just from how close we are.

I think he might kiss me. Or I might kiss him; I’m not sure which, but right now, it doesn’t matter. All I know is that I want this, maybe more than anything. I want to taste his lips on mine, feel the tender exploration of his tongue into my mouth. Hell, I want more than that. I want

“Mommy? What are you doing?”

The sound of Miles‘ voice jolts me back to reality, and I scramble free from Arthur’s arms. Surprisingly, he lets me go without a fuss.

Miles is standing in the doorway, his brow furrowed with confusion.

“We were just…” I don’t know how to answer. My cheeks turn a deep shade of red, and my mouth opens and closes a few times, working uselessly.

Suddenly, Arthur says, “Your mom almost had a fall. I caught her.”

Miles blinks, glancing between the two of us then at the ladder behind me. “Oh,” he says. “Okay.”

I look up at Arthur, feeling oddly grateful for his quick thinking. But when he looks down at me, he just seems… perturbed.

Later, after we’ve had dinner and Miles is getting ready for his bath, Arthur and I are cleaning up in the kitchen. It’s easy to slip back into our old routine without even thinking about it; he does the dishes, his sleeves pushed up to his elbows to expose his muscular forearms, and I putter around the kitchen, wiping down the counters and putting things away.

I hate how easy this is. I hate how I know exactly where everything goes. I hate that I don’t need to ask where the cleaning supplies are.

Once again, it feels as if I never left. And it feels like an extra kick in the gut after what happened earlier–the ease with which he caught me, and how easily I almost kissed him.

Suddenly, Arthur glances at me over his shoulder. “Iris,” he says, shutting off the faucet and drying his hands, ” 、can I ask you something?”