Chapter 158: Chapter 158: First Kiss
Victoria Monroe was both flustered and bewildered, unable to bite or refuse.
By her ear came an uncontrollable muffled groan from Rhys Hawthorne: "Mmm..."
Victoria hadn’t expected that her slight touch would elicit such a strong reaction from him, and hurried to explain: "Sorry, I didn’t mean to..."
Her warm breaths spread across his fingertips; Rhys, accustomed now to this sensation, took a deep breath but did not withdraw his fingers.
Victoria spoke up, "Rhys, don’t, don’t do this..."
Rhys slowly opened his eyes, leaned close to her ear, his voice a difficult, husky magnetism: "Victoria, will you hate being touched like this?"
Victoria didn’t know what words could describe her feelings in that moment; she had never imagined being this intimate with another man besides Julian Fordham.
When this day truly arrived, she neither resisted nor felt repulsed.
"I..." she blushed, not daring to speak her true feelings.
His always indifferent eyes now harbored an uncontrollable desire, a cool fragrance lingered as he inhaled against her soft skin, "Victoria, tell me the answer."
Victoria only found his voice exceptionally alluring, making her heart race uncontrollably, even her toes curled subconsciously, slightly embarrassed.
Rhys knew she didn’t dislike him, rather, she was not yet prepared to start a new relationship.
By the faint light outside, Victoria met his unfathomable dark pupils, vast and deep like the ocean at this moment, so dark, so mysteriously deceptive, she couldn’t see its depths.
"Victoria, may I?" he asked softly with a hoarse voice.
Her thick long eyelashes quivered fiercely, delicate lips slightly parted: "Rhys, I..."
The next second, the man’s lips descended.
Like a petal, so light and so soft.
It wasn’t acting per the director’s instructions; she and Rhys Hawthorne kissed.
Victoria’s mind was left with only one thought.
That was Rhys Hawthorne!
No matter if he had some physical ailment, his status was so high that Victoria never dared to dream of him.
Yet it all happened, an unpredictable plot.
Rhys was a smart student; back then, his kisses were always critiqued by the director, so Victoria taught him hand by hand.
Even after four years, he remembered every word she said, never forgetting where it would leave her yearning for more.
Heaven knows how anxious Rhys, who appeared composed, was at that moment; joy, excitement surged through every pore.
He finally kissed his moonlight.
Not in a dream, but it truly happened.
That year, as his feelings first blossomed, faced with the one he liked, still pretending to act, his nerves were all tight, leaving no time to appreciate her beauty.
At this moment, the sound of waves outside occasionally smacked against the hull, wave after wave surged.
With the window slightly ajar, a trace of sea breeze blew in from outside, bringing a hint of coolness.
Only then did they slowly part; Rhys’s kiss had no intrusion, like peach blossoms in March, swaying gently under the brilliant sun, everything just right.
Victoria felt that everything that had just happened was like a dream.
As if returning many years ago, that pure feeling of her heartbeat for the first time.
Rhys’s heart finally relaxed, "This was our first kiss in the truest sense."
Victoria reached out to cover his lips, "Rhys, I’ve long since stopped..."
Rhys gently clasped her fingers, his voice extremely tender, "Victoria, Julian Fordham is a part of the past; between us is the beginning, in my eyes, you are as beautiful as a blank page, don’t belittle yourself again."
"Rhys..."
"Victoria, in bed from now on, could you not call me by my name?"
His gaze fixed intently on her, making Victoria’s face flush once more, "Um..."
Rhys kissed her fingertips devoutly, "What shall you call me?"
She lifted her head, biting her lip and calling him shyly, "Rhys."
The man’s gaze held nothing but drowning affection: "Darling, so good."