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.