As Kysonâs lips drew nearer, Dulcieâs breath hitched in nervous anticipation.
Was he⦠about to kiss her?
The thought allowed her to imagine a tender memory to cherish post- divorce.
She closed her eyes, lost in the swell of emotions, careful not to break the fragile moment.
However, Kyson paused mere inches from her lips and whispered, âYouâve been glued to your phone a lot lately.
Whatâs been keeping you busy?â
Why would he bring up such an irrelevant topic? It completely ruined the romantic mood.
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Dulcie opened her eyes to find him reclining in his chair, back to the initial distance between them.
He hadnât intended to kiss her.
She had misinterpreted his intentions.
Embarrassment flushed her cheeks a deeper shade of red.
âDidnât I tell you? Iâve been job hunting,â she replied.
âStill havenât found anything?â
She nodded, a hint of frustration in her voice.
âItâs challenging to find something that fits your criteria.
No jobs involving late nights, social drinking, or revealing attire.
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âIâm concerned for your safety,â he said with a raised eyebrow and a playful smile.
âBut how long do you plan on sitting here?â
Startled, Dulcie quickly got up as if jolted by electricity, stammering, âIâm sorry!â
Kyson, left speechless by her abrupt reaction, glanced down at his legs, which seemed to retain the warmth of her presence.
She was⦠undeniably attractive.
âWell.
â Dulcie fidgeted with her fingers.
âI just came to bring you some juice and thank you.
Iâve said what I needed to, so I wonât keep you from your work any longer.
â
âOkay,â Kyson responded nonchalantly.
Dulcie turned and fled, her face ablaze with embarrassment.
The door to the study closed behind her, leaving the room silent except for Kysonâs presence.
Kyson stared at his right hand as if under a spell.
Just moments before, he had wrapped it around Dulcieâs waist, pulling her close.
Her waist was slender, hardly fleshy, yet exceptionally soft.