Chapter 1098:
She slipped it off his shoulders and then took the time to show him how to tell which side was which.
“Do you understand the difference now?” she asked gently.
“Yes, I think I’ve got it,” Dylan replied with a nod.
Christina helped him slip his arms into the sleeves of the properly oriented shirt. Just as she was about to button it up, Dylan suddenly toppled backward toward the sofa.
Acting on pure instinct, Christina lunged forward to catch him around the waist. But instead of stopping his fall, she found herself being pulled down on top of him as they both collapsed onto the sofa.
She landed on his warm, solid chest and accidentally brushed his lips with hers. The unexpected contact made them both freeze completely. Christina found herself staring into Dylan’s eyes. His dark gaze looked so innocent and clear, but for just a split second, she thought she saw something else flickering there—a hint of possessiveness, maybe even delight, like he was pleased with how things had turned out. Was she seeing it wrong?
Christina blinked hard and looked into his eyes again. Whatever she thought she’d seen had completely vanished. All that remained was genuine confusion and sincerity. She must have been mistaken about what she’d glimpsed.
Their lips were still touching, their bodies pressed together intimately. Neither of them made any move to separate. It was as if time itself had stopped around them.
Christina could feel the electric tension building between them, making it increasingly difficult to think clearly. The longing she’d been trying so hard to suppress was rising to the surface, making her want to get even closer to him. She found herself craving an even tighter physical closeness with Dylan. Her body naturally ached to be in touch with his. This was the natural reaction to someone one liked.
But self-chastening followed hard on the heels of desire. She shouldn’t be having these thoughts about Dylan while he was in this muddled state; it felt like taking unfair advantage of him.
ᴹᴼᴿᴱ ᵁᴾᴰᴬᵀᴱˢ ᴵᴺ ᴳᴬᴸᴺᴼⱽᴱᴸˢ.ᶜᴼᴹ
That sense of self-reproach urged her to pull away and create some distance. But just as she began to rise, a strong hand closed around her waist.
Before she could react, she was gently drawn back down, pressed even more closely against him than before.
Christina caught sight of something compelling flickering in Dylan’s dark eyes—a spark of unmistakable desire that made her pulse quicken.
Already under the spell of the intoxicating chemistry between them, Christina felt herself teetering on the brink of surrendering completely to his magnetic pull.
She found herself slowly leaning down, her lips just a breath away from Dylan’s, when an unexpected voice shattered the moment.
“Miss Jones, you have a visitor…” A servant hurried into the room, immediately taking in the intimate scene unfolding before her eyes. The poor woman looked absolutely mortified by her terrible timing.
The servant realized she had walked in on what was clearly a very private moment between the two, and panic flashed across her face as she worried whether she might lose her job over this interruption.
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