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But the truth was-she was falling for him. More and more every day. She couldn’t get enough of the warmth he gave her-physically and emotionally. It was addictive.
Maybe it made her selfish. Maybe it made her shameless. Whatever it was, she didn’t want to push him away.
Just this once, before they went their separate ways, she wanted to be selfish. Before they signed the papers, she wanted to hold him close and feel what it was like to belong to him.
She hesitated for a second, then slowly, carefully, wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. The second her soft hands landed on his back, James lost control completely.
Heat shot through his chest. He deepened the kiss instantly-no hesitation, no holding back.
He cupped the back of her head, fingers tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss without hesitation- hungry, rough, unrelenting. It was like he couldn’t get enough of her.
To him, her lips weren’t just soft-they were To him, her lips weren’t just soft-they were now, he couldn’t resist them anymore. ething he’d been holding back from for too long. And
Earlier, she’d taken off her coat while he treated her wounds.
Now, ali she wore was a simple white V-neck dress.
He glanced down-and saw the delicate line of her neck, pale and flawless… except for the red marks left behind.
The bruises on her neck stood out against her pale skin. It hit him in a way he didn’t expect, stirring something deep and protective inside him. His jaw tightened, and before he knew it, he was kissing his way down-slow, intense, completely lost in her.
The need to be close overwhelmed him. He didn’t just want her-he needed to feel her, to lose himself in her.
The dress she wore was soft, but under his hands, it fell apart like it was nothing.
The white fabric slipped off her shoulders, soft and light, falling around her like nothing. Moonlight spilled across her skin, making her glow in a way that stole his breath.
And no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t stop. And honestly, he didn’t want to.
Her warmth, her scent-everything about her pushed him past his breaking point. He couldn’t focus on anything else. Just her. She was right there in front of him-real, warm, and stunning. His hand trembled slightly as it moved along her back, pulling her in tighter. Each kiss got deeper, rougher, and more desperate-like he was afraid to let go, like he needed to feel every part of her before it slipped away.
“James…”
Lily had always carried deep scars when it came to intimacy. Fear. Anxiety. Pain. Somehow, being close to James didn’t feel scary.
Still, the way he kissed her now-it was too much. Too intense. She trembled and let out a soft sound, barely above a whisper.
Her voice was gentle. A little helpless. A little pleading. That sound, that look, that scent-everything about her pulled him deeper.
His hand tightened around her waist, his body trembling as he kissed his way back up-then found her mouth again and claimed it like he couldn’t let go.
Soft skin, sweet breath, delicate curves-all of her wrapped around him like a dream.
Everything in him gave in. His thoughts, his control-gone. All that was left was her.
His grip tightened. His kisses grew hotter. And for a split second-he didn’t know who she was. Was this Lily? Or was it Leila?
And in that moment… he couldn’t tell who he loved more.
Maybe it didn’t matter. Because somehow, some way-he’d fallen for them both.
His heart had split in two-he’d fallen for both of them.
And he hated himself for it. He knew how pathetic it was, how disloyal, how shameful.
But none of that seemed to matter anymore. His heart was in chaos, and no amount of guilt could put it back together.
Night after night, he missed Leila. And yet, he couldn’t let go of Lily either.
At that moment, a shameless thought crept into his mind.
He didn’t want to divorce Lily.
Even if she’d already moved on, even if she had a fianc? she adored and was clearly ready to marry, he still selfishly, shamelessly wanted to hold onto their marriage.
“Lily, can we not…” …get divorced?
Before he could finish, Lily suddenly shoved him away with all the strength she had. She staggered out of bed, practically sprinted to the trash can, and collapsed beside it, heaving miserably.
James froze.
The truth was, Lily actually liked kissing him. When their lips met, when their skin touched, she felt a special kind of happiness and satisfaction.
His kisses were gentle, and his body was always warm. He didn’t smoke, stayed healthy, and kept himself clean. His breath was fresh, his scent light and comforting. Being close to him just felt good-safe, easy, and completely addictive.
But lately, the pregnancy nausea had been brutal. No matter how much she wanted to stay close, when it hit, there was nothing she could do.
Nothing came up-but her stomach kept churning. She kept dry heaving, her body shaking, curled over the trash can like the world was spinning.
Seeing her collapsed on the floor, weak and clinging to the bin in pain, James’s face darkened instantly.
He knew it-he’d kissed her without consent. It had been abrupt, inappropriate, and completely out of line.
But still, he hadn’t expected this-he’d actually kissed her to the point of making her sick.
Did she hate him that much?
James shut his eyes, feeling a deep, gnawing shame.
He couldn’t let go of Leila.
In the dead of night, he always ended up opening their chat window, rereading their messages over and over, running his fingers along her cartoon profile picture, completely obsessed.
But a heart was only supposed to hold one person.
He missed Leila-desperately-but he couldn’t stop being drawn to Lily.
What kind of man did that make him? He clenched his fists. A weak, selfish, low-life scumbag. No better than trash.
No wonder Lily had literally gagged from his kiss.
The man who used to be so composed and strong now stood there a wreck, too ashamed to even look her in the eye.
Still, he’d been the one who crossed the line. He’d kissed her without warning. He’d ripped her dress. He was the one who ruined everything. The least he could do was face it like a man. Pretending nothing happened and running away would only make it worse.
He opened his eyes again-those sharp, pain-filled eyes-and spoke with a hoarse voice. “Lily… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you like that.”
His gaze dropped-and that’s when he saw her.
Her white dress was ruined. Torn by his own hands.
And beneath it… There wasn’t much left covering her. She’d been in such a rush to get to the trash can, she hadn’t had time to grab anything to cover herself. Her skin, her curves-everything was exposed. Soft. Beautiful. Vulnerable.
James looked away, flustered and ashamed. His voice cracked as he kept apologizing. “I-I shouldn’t have ripped your dress. I shouldn’t have touched you. I-“
He squeezed his eyes shut again, unable to finish the sentence. The guilt was eating him alive.
“It’s fine. I know it’s the aftereffects of that drug Wesley gave you. You’re still dealing with it.”
She didn’t blame him. She knew he wasn’t himself.
And honestly, she’d let it happen. She’d wanted it too. He didn’t owe her an apology.
She opened her mouth to say something, but her stomach turned again. She grabbed the trash can and started gagging, her face drawn tight with discomfort.
James couldn’t hide the look in his eyes. The guilt and shame coming off him were so strong, it felt like they filled the entire room.
He knew asking would only humiliate him further, but the pain inside was tearing him apart. He couldn’t hold back anymore. “Lily,” he asked quietly, “I kissed you, and you got sick. Do you think I’m disgusting?”
She blinked in surprise.
He made me sick with a kiss? He thinks I find him disgusting But he’s so good-looking-and honestly, I liked kissing him. I actually enjoyed it. How could I possibly be grossed out by him? This is such a huge misunderstanding-and yeah, it seriously hurts a guy’s pride.
“No! I don’t think you’re disgusting. I-ugh…” She didn’t get to finish. Her stomach turned again, cutting
‘t get to finish. Her stomach
Julo her off mid-sentence.
James’s face darkened even more, and the shame in his eyes deepened.
With her dry heaving echoing behind her words, she sounded anything but convincing.
He figured she was just trying to be polite-trying not to cause a scene because she cared about his grandmother and the others. She probably didn’t want to make a big deal out of what he’d done or crush him any more than she had to.
But even if she said she wasn’t disgusted-even if she tried to be gentle about it-her body had already betrayed her. The way she reacted said it all.
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