The Seventh Miserable Bride novel Chapter 11

He looked at her in disbelief. She looked like she had gone mad.

"So, what do you think? Are you in?"

Yasmine Taylor raised her eyebrows. She was trying to provoke him.

Sebastian Simons thought for a moment and snorted, "Why not?"

He walked towards the door, about to leave. Yasmine grabbed his arm and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Downstairs."

He shook off her in disgust.

"The game hasn't started yet." said Sebastian.

"There are three days before the weekend. You don't have to rush into it."

As he was about to step out of the room, Yasmine suddenly shrieked in fear, "Ah, what's on your bed?"

Sebastian instinctively turned his head. In a flash, Yasmine's face was rushing in his direction and she raised her head, kissing him on his lips.

Sebastian's mind went blank for a while. It was as though all the wit and IQ that he had flown out of the window.

All he could feel were Yasmine's lips. They were soft... soft like cotton candy. So soft, as if they would melt in the warmth of the summer breeze. Her lips moved slightly, like maple leaves trying their best to cling on to the branches before falling off the tree. With lips still pressing against his, her tender fingers touched his temples gently. Sebastian felt like he was dreaming. She looked like a fallen angel, with wings on her back.

Test, tease, test again, and then - entanglement. Like how magnets of polar opposites would, twisting together as tightly as braids.