NovelReadingChapter 2648 Sheldon was already sleepy, and Elma carried him upstairs to rest.
Lyndon and his father, slightly jinebriated from the evenings festivities, were assisted to their bedrooms by their wives.
Are you feeling uncomfortable? Do you wantto make you shangover soup? Tilda asked as she flicked on the light, gently guiding Lyndon to the sofa.
No, Im fine, Lyndon replied, his voice slightly hoarse as he massaged his aching temples.
Tilda moved behind him, her cool fingers beginning to expertly massage his temples, applying just the right amount of pressure to ease the tension knitting his brow.
The room fell into a serene quiet, filled only by the delicate scent of her perfume, which seemed to enliven the air, tantalizing his senses.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtLyndons Adams apple bobbed slightly as he reached up to press her hand in gratitude. He murmured, Does your back still hurt? Tilda shook her head, her voice soft.
No, it doesnt.
The stitches had been removed, and the wound had healed, leaving behind only a faint scar.
Feeling a surge of relief, Lyndon tightened his grip on her hand and drew her gently into his arms.
Then tonight, you can be on the bottom, he whispered.
Lyndons dark eyes smoldered, betraying a storm of unspoken emotions.
As Tilda recalled their recent closeness, a blush crept across her cheeks.
Strangely, her glasses were absent, enhancing the blur of the moment as Lyndons chiseled features neared.
She closed her eyes in anticipation, but a sudden cramp in her lower abdomen snapped her back to reality, forcing her eyes open just as his lips nearly claimed hers.
S...
Whats wrong? Lyndons voice was rough with concern.
Touching her abdomen, Tilda murmured, I think.
I have my period.
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His brow furrowed in disbelief.
Really? With a playful chuckle, she assured him, Why would I lie to you? I need to use the bathroom. Lyndons arms tightened around her waist, pulling her back.
He cupped her chin and captured her lips with his, infusing the kiss with ve both passion and a silent reproof. Tilda knew he was protesting her retreat, yet she was powerless.
She whimpered softly, her hands gently thumping against his sturdy chest as a plea for release.
Breathing heavily, Lyndon eased his grip slightly, his forehead resting against hers as he fought to calm the storm within. In that moment, he seemed like a vast, tamed creature seeking her approval, melting her resolve.
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