His Unveiled Passion

Those words had just left Tessa's lips when Stephen grabbed her arm and pulled her into his embrace. She didn't see it coming and naturally fell straight into his arms. "What are you d—"

She didn't even have a chance to finish her sentence when he kissed her. In the beginning, he had kissed her tenderly, languidly. It was a kiss filled with confidence and skill.

Sure enough, a tingling sensation soon spread through every nerve in her body.

Eventually, the kiss gradually shifted from something gentle to one that was deep and demanding.

Just as Stephen was about to take things a step further, Tessa shoved him away, panting. "Take a shower."

As he was interrupted midway, his dark eyes were cloudy with grievance. "Can't I kiss you, my love?"

Tessa didn't expect Stephen to behave in such a manner when drunk. She couldn't tell whether she was imagining things, but it seemed as though he was playing coy. That was especially true when he addressed her so intimately. The way he said it melted her heart.

So, her voice softened as she coaxed him gently, "Be good and take a shower, okay?"

"Won't you join me, my love?" he asked, his eyes shining with hope.noveldrama

It was very hard for her to turn him down.

Just as she was about to respond, he deliberately murmured huskily, "My love, I'm drunk. It's not safe for me to shower alone. What if I fall?"

Tessa huffed at him in amusement and nudged him gently. "Stop faking it."

She didn't shove him. If anything, she had barely pushed him. She couldn't tell if it was because of the alcohol or his determination to act, but Stephen staggered and stumbled into the cabinet behind him.

There was a loud thud. He definitely bumped himself somewhere.

Tessa startled at the sound and hastily rushed forward to check on him, asking urgently, "Are you hurt anywhere?"

"My knee. It hurts," he murmured plaintively.

He lowered his eyes to look at her and said suggestively, "Now, I really can't move

about normally. I need my wife to help me shower."

Tessa had no idea whether he was actually hurt, but she was worried

nonetheless. So, she conceded, saying, "Alright. Let's go."

Stephen chuckled lowly as he held Tessa's hand, leading her to the bathroom. "You're the best, darling."

Ever since the successful proposal, Stephen had taken every chance to call her all sorts of pet names,

referring to her as his love every net

moment he got. He even used the opportunity to tease his single friends. It was as if he was worried that people weren't aware he had finally gotten the girl.

His behavior wasn't much different from a child showing off his favorite toy.

As they walked to the bathroom, he leaned against her, limping. It did seem that he had hurt his knee terribly.

Still, Tessa didn't say anything despite seeing through his terrible act. Instead, she helped him into the bathroom.

The door closed behind them with a soft click.

Before she could say anything, he silenced her with a hungry kiss.

As their lips met, Stephen reached out and turned on the shower. Warm water cascaded over them, drenching them entirely.

Tessa was lost in the kiss, uncaring that the water had soaked her hair and clothes.

When the kiss finally ended, the bathroom was already filled with steam from the warm water.

Tessa's breathing was unsteady as she opened her eyes and looked at Stephen through the steam.

Water trickled down the sharp

angles of his face, sliding past his

jaw. Her gaze followed the water droplets tower and lower, down his taut muscles and sharply defined abs. The water traced sensual lines down his body.

Stephen's hair was dripping with water, and it clung to his lashes. He gazed at her

through the steamy heat, his dark eyes filled with want.

That look he gave her made her heart skip a beat.

She was well aware that Stephen had faked being hurt just to lure her into the bathroom, but she came in anyway.

Fine, she admitted it. She wanted to be here too.

Who could blame her? Her future husband was perfect. He had the looks, the body, and the charmet

Only natural that she fell for his thrall. .

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