Chapter 240
Roslyn loomed above him, her eyes a mesmerizing shade of sea–glass blue, locking onto his intelligent gaze before drifting downwards. The sensation at his lips was warm, tender, and tingling, as if a current passed through them, sapping Yale’s strength in an instant.
The kiss deepened, and the subtle hint of lemon from her lips was intoxicating, making Yale’s eyes flutter shut without him even realizing it. His breaths grew heavier and more urgent.
Yale tried to resist, but Roslyn’s embrace tightened, drawing them closer until they touched in a way that left them both vulnerable. Roslyn, caught in her own mischief, froze for a moment, her cheeks flaring up into a bright, eye -catching red. She threw caution to the wind and dove in for another kiss. -Seizing the moment of his startled gasp, she playfully flicked her tongue,
inviting him to join her in the dance.
Then, a pair of strong hands came to life, not to push her away, but to draw her even closer, pressing her lips down further. Outside the car, the world was silent and still, but inside, passion flared like wildfire. Yale’s hand crept silently beneath Roslyn’s light clothing, tracing her curves with a touch that was just right.
The small space was filled with a suggestive warmth, and as the temperature soared, Roslyn had to let go of Yale just to catch her breath. Even so, she did not simply sit up. She continued to sway in a teasing manner right where she had been.
Yale’s eyes blazed with a fire ignited by her blatant seduction, but a surge of late–coming sense reminded him that he, who had already slipped up, could not afford to make another mistake. “Roslyn, get off me!” he commanded, his voice as cold as his dark eyes, devoid of any warmth.
Roslyn, ever the troublemaker, was not about to give up just because he said so. He wanted her off, but she was far from done.
“Just admit it, Yale. You’re into me!”
It was not just a crush. Yale did not just kiss her back; he even sneakily
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“What are you even talking about?” Yale snapped back, his face clouding over. “I’m just older than you, and as a perfectly normal, mature man, isn’t it natural to react like that? I’ve done what Evie asked and brought you to the set, so now, please, just get out of the car!”
In the blink of an eye, the two went from a tangled mess of feelings to being on the edge of a showdown.
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