The kiss was both domineering and achingly deep, stealing away all of Rachel's breath.
It felt too familiar, too much like that night when she'd been half-asleep, lost in a blurry dream.
The way his lips moved, the heat of his breath… it was the same.
So back then, it really was him? He was the one who kissed her while she slept?
Her chest rose and fell rapidly when the kiss finally ended.
Gasping for air, she could barely steady herself before Jeffrey pressed his forehead against hers, his voice low and rough.
"Please don't fall for George, okay?"
Rachel's eyes widened in disbelief. "Jeffrey, don't you think that's ridiculous?"
He'd been the one to end things between them, and now he wanted to control who she could or couldn't like?
Jeffrey's expression darkened. His silence felt heavier than words.
