Rachel casually whipped up three dishes and a soup. Lately<b>, </b>for some strange reason, she’d been craving spicy food. So she made spicy chicken<b>, </b>stir–fried squid with chili, and a dish Tyler liked, meatballs.
When she brought the food to the table, Tyler actually looked pretty satisfied. Rachel knew it was the meatballs he was pleased with.
She took off her apron and was just about to sit down when something seemed to roll past her foot. Ray suddenly went berserk, darting around the living room and knocking over a cup on the coffee table, spilling water everywhere.
Then he spotted a bug flying around the room and lunged toward the table. Rachel didn’t even have time to react. Ray crashed straight into her.
Her slender frame couldn’t handle the impact. She toppled backwards.
Quick on his feet, Tyler reached out and grabbed her waist, trying to pull her back.
But out of nowhere, Ray barreled into Tyler too<b>, </b>sending both of them crashing to the floor in a dizzying heap.
In that split–second, Tyler instinctively shielded Rachel’s head with his hand. A sharp crack followed, and a jolt of pain shot through his arm.
It was probably broken.
Rachel felt a sharp pain in her back and a small bump to the head, but what really jolted her was the warmth on her lips. Her mind went nk.
When she finally processed what was happening, her first instinct was to push Tyler away. But he didn’t move an inch.
Her eyes widened.
What the hell was Tyler doing?
Her heart pounded so hard it felt like it would burst from her chest. His kiss had left her legs like jelly, and her breath came out hot and heavy.
Their bodies were pressed so tightly together it was like they were molded into one. His fingers gripped her waist as her body arched against his.
She opened her eyes and saw Tyler’sshes up close. His eyes were closed, so she couldn’t tell what was going on behind them.
Worse still, she couldn’t deny that he was a good kisser. So good, in fact<b>, </b>it stirred up something raw and primal inside her.
Or maybe it had just been too long since she’d been with a man.
It had to be hormones.
It felt like she’d been dragged into deep water. The only sound she could hear was her own chaotic heartbeat.
She then felt his hand sliding further down her back. Panicked, she quickly grabbed his wrist to stop him.
Tyler’s eyes suddenly opened. His gaze was intense. His voice was deep and hoarse. “Nervous?”
Rachel’s cheeks turned red. She looked at him frantically. “Tyler, do you even realize what you’re doing?‘
“I’m testing whether my male functions are still working.” He said it so bluntly and casually like it was the most normal thing in the world.
Rachel almost wondered if Tyler could even feel shame.
He didn’t use any over–the–top one–liners. There was no excuse to cover up the fact he’d just kissed her out of nowhere. <b>He </b>just t–out told her he was testing whether he could still get aroused by a woman.
+15 <b>BONUS </b>
Rachel pursed her lips. She could still feel the warmth of his kiss lingering. “At the very least<b>, </b>you could’ve asked me <b>first</b>.”
“Oh. <b>I’ll </b>ask <b>next </b>time.”
Tyler got up from the floor and rotated his arm. Whatever passion had been in his eyes just moments ago was gone. <b>It </b><b>was </b>like nothing had even happened.
Rachel was fuming. “That’s not what <b>I </b>meant.”
“Mr. Hunt, Mr. Hunt-” Suddenly, urgent knocking came from the door.
Rachel recognized the voice instantly. She turned to Tyler.
“It’s Samantha. Why is she here looking for you?”