Chapter 569
Chapter 569:
In the mirror, she saw Kyson standing behind her.
It had only been two days since they last faced each other, yet faint stubble now covered his jaw, making him look rougher and less polished than before.
For a moment, Kailey wondered if the alcohol had made her imagine him.
She couldn’t move. She couldn’t think.
“Kyson…” Her lips felt dry. She ran her tongue over them and let out a hollow laugh. “Did you come to see me in a dream? Feeling sorry for me? I’m fine.” What was there to break over? As long as she kept breathing, the ache would fade sooner or later. It was only a divorce.
“I’ve already decided to study abroad. I won’t show up in your life again. I won’t bother you. If you really like Candice p>
𝘙𝘦а𝖽 𝘧𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝗻о𝘃е𝗅𝘀 𝘰ո
Before she could finish, Kyson closed the distance between them in two strides.
The force of his movement startled her, and she nearly stumbled. His hand caught her waist and pulled her back against him.
He stared at her as if nothing else existed.
Up close, her skin looked flawless. The alcohol had left a soft flush on her cheeks, which only made her seem more vulnerable.
Without another word, he bent his head and kissed her. At first his lips brushed against her cheek, then found her mouth. The contact began controlled and restrained, but that control didn’t last. The kiss deepened — urgent and intense.
For a second, her thoughts scattered. Then she lifted her arms and held onto him tightly. Her eyes stayed open. There was something frantic in them, something close to breaking.
The space between them grew heated.
His hands tightened at her waist. In one smooth motion, he lifted her. She felt the cool surface of the counter beneath her as she landed on it. Kyson stepped forward and stood between her legs, their bodies pressing together — softness and strength fitting in a way that felt dangerously natural.
Heat rushed between them, and Kailey lost all sense of place. Her hand slipped beneath the edge of his shirt, moving on instinct alone.
Before she could go any further, he caught her wrist and pulled it away.
He stepped back. His breathing was rough, his chest rising and falling too fast, his eyes dark and unsettled. His gaze lingered on her swollen lips, and something tightened in his expression. He leaned down and kissed her again — harder this time — before stopping himself. His voice came out low and strained. “Not here p>
“Why?” Her hand was still trapped in his grip, yet she leaned toward him anyway. “I want this.” Her voice shook, thick with feeling and completely without restraint. “Kyson… I want you p>
Kyson didn’t answer. He searched her unfocused eyes for a long moment. Then he pulled her into him without warning.