Chapter 77

Brandon's POV
We broke the kiss when we were sort of breath. I looked at her face after kissing her; she was breathing heavily, partly opening her mouth and closing her eyes. She looked like heaven, but I was a devil who deserved hell, not heaven. Even after knowing everything, I couldn’t stop myself from staying near her like a bee near a flower. I picked her up in my arms and made her sit on the edge of the bathtub, not caring that my clothes were also getting wet. I turned around to grab a towel for her.
I saw her removing her top while I wasn’t able to make a decision about whether I should leave or stay. I wanted to leave, and I didn’t want to leave too. Thankfully, she didn’t kick me out of the washroom. After that night in Paris, tonight, I was seeing her soft skin under her clothes.