Chapter 406
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Christina hiccupped, and the soft scent of wine on her breath mingled with her natural fragrance, wrapping around Dylan in a strangely intimate moment. Christina’s cheeks, already tinged pink from the alcohol, deepened in color. Her heart started to race from the hug, and before long, she felt slightly breathless. He was hugging her too tightly—too closely—like he was trying to absorb her into his own skin.
“I can’t breathe,” Christina murmured, gently pressing her hands against his chest to ease his grip.
Only then did Dylan realize he had hugged Christina without warning and with too much force. His hands dropped away quickly, and a rare flicker of embarrassment crossed his usually composed face. The tips of his ears turned slightly red.
“Sorry,” he said, clearing his throat. “I thought something had happened to you. I lost control for a second. That was over the line.”
“You thought those two clowns managed to get the better of me?” Christina laughed, her eyes sparkling.
“Why yes,” Dylan replied, his deep, attractive eyes scanning her up and down. “Are you hurt anywhere? Did they do anything inappropriate?”
Christina shook her head, still smiling. “Their mouths were filthy, and their thoughts even worse. So I gave them a little cleanse.”
Dylan frowned slightly, his curiosity piqued. “A cleanse? What kind of cleanse?”
“I gave them a proper beating,” she said matter-of-factly. “Knocked the filth right out of them.”
Dylan exhaled, the tension leaving his shoulders. “You really can’t keep doing that.”
Christina’s brow creased. “You don’t want me to hit guys like that anymore?” Her tone carried a trace of dissatisfaction.
“No,” Dylan replied, a soft sigh escaping him. “I’m just worried you’ll injure your hands. Next time, call me—or at least grab something to hit with.”
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Christina was momentarily stunned by his gentle and slightly affectionate gaze. Was her mind hazy from the alcohol? Why was she seeing such an expression on Dylan’s face? He seemed to be coaxing his girlfriend with his soft, loving tone.
Christina scowled in perplexity as her cheeks turned red.
“What’s wrong?” he asked. Why she was staring at him so attentively was beyond his comprehension.
Christina abruptly leaned in, their faces just inches apart…
Dylan could feel the warmth of Christina’s breath, tinged with a hint of alcohol and a soft, pleasant scent. His heart pounded wildly, as if it might leap out of his chest. He wasn’t just tempted to embrace her—he was gripped by a deep, aching need to kiss her then and there.
At his side, his fingers curled slowly into a tight ball, his entire body tense as he battled the flood of yearning, making every bit of effort not to surrender to it. His restraint came from something deeper than attraction—he genuinely cared. One misstep, one reckless move, could ruin everything between them, driving a wedge too wide to cross.
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