She Took The House The Car And My Heart

Chapter 939:

This time, he didn’t kick up a storm like before and turned surprisingly docile.

Seeing him calm down, Freya slipped out to make the honey water.

Without it, he’d be nursing a killer headache come morning.

Ellis tagged along as they made their way to the kitchen.

As Freya reached for the honey jar, a large hand beat her to it, brushing over her as her back pressed against his chest, his steady heartbeat thumping against her.noveldrama

Freya yanked her hand back, spinning to duck out of his hold. But Ellis wasn’t having it. As she tried to bolt, he planted both hands on the granite counter behind her, boxing her in.

Freya’s heart jumped into her throat.

Ellis leaned in a bit, shrinking the space between them, their breaths mixing in the cozy kitchen air.

Freya’s hands, dangling at her sides, balled into fists, her usually steady gaze now all over the place. She tried to say something, but the words got stuck.

Ellis, catching her urge to bolt, flashed a sly grin, his voice low and smooth as silk. “Didn’t you just say it’s normal for a boyfriend to kiss his girlfriend?”

Freya had tossed that out without thinking.

Now, her lips clamped shut, her pulse racing like a runaway train.

“I was just messing around.”

“So, it’s not normal for a boyfriend to kiss his girlfriend?” Ellis’s eyes locked onto hers.

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At this range, he could see her lashes fluttering and her full lips, practically begging for a kiss.

Freya was stumped. How was she supposed to dodge that trap?

No matter what she said, it was a one-way ticket to a kiss.

Ellis inched closer, his lips hovering near hers, and she blurted out,

“Sheila’s still out there. This isn’t cool.”

“She’s gone.”

“No, she’s there.”

“I just checked. Probably didn’t want to crash our moment and headed back to your place.”

Freya froze. What else could she throw out?

Ellis’s lips were barely a whisper away, his voice a low hum. “You really that spooked by a little kiss?”

“N-no…” Freya mumbled, her confidence shaky.

Her heart was running wild, completely out of her control.

He let out a soft laugh, warm and fond. “Can I?”

Freya’s brain was about to short out. It’s just a kiss… He didn’t need to ask.

Ellis leaned in again, the air between them crackling with closeness.

His clean, fresh scent hit her like a wave, making her pulse race.

As she braced for the kiss, a soft brush grazed her cheek.

She froze.

A cheek kiss?

“Just a heads-up,” Ellis said, pulling back a bit, his voice rough. “Next time, it’s the real deal.”

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