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Chapter 12
His kiss was soft and tender. It was unlike any kiss he’d ever given to her. It was as if after revealing a piece of his soul earlier, he now wanted to seal it with the sweetest kiss.
His lips pressed against hers gently, barely touching, then his tongue swept over her lips, with a ghost of a touch. He opened his mouth and just breathed in, inhaling her without ever invading her space.
He wasn’t even touching her in any other place than on her lips and yet her entire body ignited with sparks and fireworks. Her blood boiled inside her, and her soul wanted to jump out of her skin and press itself closer to him.
What are you doing to me?
He raised his gaze to hers as if he’d heard her silent question. His eyes were intent on hers, burning with desire and something else… something unfathomable.
Jo whimpered from the overwhelming emotions flooding her being.
One kiss.
One glance.
That’s all it took.
If he touched her, surely she would have gone mad.
Luckily, he slowly drew away from her.
His gaze turned distant, his expression regretful. He lay back on his back and stared at the clouds.
Jo did the same, suddenly feeling cold and alone.
Something had changed between them during that kiss. Something essential. Something that Jo would never be able to understand.
But Richard did.
And in that moment, he had turned away from her.
Jo shuddered, suddenly feeling cold when she was burning from the heat just a moment ago.
“You are cold,” he said with a light frown.
She nodded. “It got a bit chilly.”
He smiled and sat up. “Come then. Let’s return.”
Jo glanced at the clouds. Her chest was rising and falling with frantic breaths. She suddenly felt panicked.
Somehow she thought if they left, they would never come back. And not just to this roof. But to that moment between them, which had bloomed on this roof. Meanwhile, Richard scrambled to his feet and extended his hands to her.
She placed her hands in his, and he tugged her up.
“Here you are. That wasn’t so frightening, now was it?” he joked as if nothing had happened, as if her world hadn’t just turned upside down.
Was she being overly dramatic? Artists were always criticized for being overly emotional. And perhaps it was just that. Perhaps her courses had to do with her panicked thoughts. Or perhaps it was something else entirely.
She smiled and shook her head.
Richard stepped closer and enveloped her in a hug. He ran a hand over her arms in an attempt to warm her. But his touch didn’t have the same effect on her anymore. His motions were mechanical, and his gaze held no warmth.
And that was the difference.
When they’d gazed into each other’s eyes earlier, she’d thought she could see through to his soul. And it had warmed her.
