Chapter 942
Lenny’s pupils trembled, his gaze locking onto hers, filled with shock.
“Michelle.”
He called her name suddenly.
“That kiss… what did it mean?”
Michelle had been stepping away, but her feet froze.
She turned, and Lenny moved toward her. His body leaned in slightly, cornering her by the door.
Slowly, he lifted a hand and pressed her wrist against the wall. His palm was hot. The pressure wasn’t heavy, but it carried an unspoken command-there was no escaping.
Their breaths mingled. Lenny’s alcohol-laced scent invaded her senses again. Michelle parted her lips to speak, but a scorching
kiss silenced her before a word could form. 3
This wasn’t the rushed, accidental brush on the balcony. It was a deep, consuming kiss.
Her mind went blank with a “buzzing” void. She didn’t resist, her brow furrowing, then relaxing.
At first, his kiss was clumsy and urgent, but it quickly became instinctively tender, lingering with intent.
Clothing became an obstacle neither cared about. Before either realized, their sleepwear had fallen to the floor.
The rhythm was relentless. Only after reaching the bed did Lenny seem to awaken from a dream, finally pausing.
“Michelle…”
But Michelle, swept up in a haze like intoxicated wine, responded with her own actions, silencing him entirely.
Lenny’s hands were large, fingers long, but roughened by a thin layer of calluses. His body was blazing with heat, yet somehow … surprisingly gentle. 1
Seconds stretched into minutes, their bodies moving in sync, a storm of fire and closeness.
Then, suddenly, the doorbell rang.
Michelle, exhausted, could barely keep her eyes open. She ignored it.
Then her phone began vibrating.
After a moment of quiet, her mother’s voice came from outside the room, “Michelle?”
Michelle jolted awake.
Lenny slept soundly beside her, completely unclothed. She didn’t have time to think. Hastily, she spread the blanket, shoving the discarded clothing into the wardrobe.
She quickly slipped on her pajamas.
But just as she was about to leave, her mother pushed the door open.
The room was dark. Michelle grabbed her mother’s hand. “Mom! It’s so late, why are you here?”
“What’s going on? You weren’t answering messages or calls. I knocked for ages, and you didn’t open. I had to use the room key to check. I thought something had happened to you!” 2
Mrs. Keller stared at her daughter’s panicked expression, baffled.
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Michelle had told her mother she was staying over at a friend’s tonight, but her mother had heard noises in the room and assumed she had returned. Since it wasn’t too late, she came to check.
“I’m fine, really. I just… went to sleep.”
Michelle forced a casual smile, gently nudging her mother out of the bedroom.
Mrs. Keller sensed something was off. She reached out to touch her daughter’s forehead. “Are you sick? You feel so warm.”
“No, it’s just the air conditioning. A little hot,” Michelle said, laughing awkwardly.
Before her mother could respond, Michelle added quickly, “Mom, do you need anything? It’s so late, I’m exhausted. You should go rest. We can talk tomorrow if there’s anything.”
Michelle rarely urged her mother to leave so hastily, and Mrs. Keller felt even more suspicious. She stared at her daughter for a moment. “Are you hiding something from me?”
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