Love On Ice: Don’t Leave Me, My Charming Liar

Chapter 91: He placed his keys on the counter and approached quietly. Nyla's sleep was restless. She was curled up awkwardly, her brows furrowed as if caught in a troubling dream. Her lips, usually soft and warm, were pressed into a tense line, and her cheek, squished against the sofa, puffed out slightly, making her look disarmingly innocent. Without realizing it, Ethan found himself smiling. He leaned down, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. His hand lingered for a moment, just inches away from her cheek, before Nyla stirred, shifting slightly in her sleep.

Realizing what he was doing, Ethan quickly pulled back. A flicker of unease crossed his face as he straightened up. These weren't emotions he should be having. It wasn't about feelings-at least, that was what he told himself. He was simply used to having Nyla around. She was a convenient presence, someone he could control. He didn't need emotions like that, but he couldn't deny the physical pull she had on him. A soft murmur broke his thoughts. "You're back?" Nyla's voice was thick with sleep as she stirred, rubbing her eyes.

She sat up sluggishly, her head resting against the back of the sofa, her exhaustion written all over her face. "I'll unpack tomorrow. So sleepy. Have you eaten?" Ethan raised an eyebrow, amused by her half-conscious concern. "I haven't," he replied casually, curious to see how she'd react. Nyla let out a soft hum, clearly still groggy. "Then... I'll make you some noodles." She pushed herself off the sofa and stumbled a little, standing between the kitchen and the bathroom as if trying to decide which way to go. After a few moments, she shuffled toward the kitchen.

Ethan blinked, momentarily surprised. He hadn't expected her to actually go through with it. Before she could get far, he stepped forward and caught her by the wrist, pulling her gently into his arms. New updates in gαℓησνℓs․cøm Nyla tilted her head up, her expression puzzled. "Hmm? What's wrong? Not hungry?" She leaned against him, her small hand clutching the fabric of his shirt. There was something disarmingly sweet about her in that moment-half-asleep, unaware, and entirely vulnerable.

Her sleepy eyes held a certain innocence, yet Ethan knew how those same eyes could turn fiery and intoxicating when she was beneath him, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. He reached for the back of her neck, his hand tightening slightly as he struggled to rein in his desire. Finally, he sighed, his voice low and hoarse. "Go upstairs and sleep." "Oh, I haven't showered yet," she murmured, glancing toward the bathroom before hesitating. Her steps faltered, but Ethan pulled her back into his arms before she could leave. His dark gaze burned into her.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" Nyla looked at him, bewildered. "What? I didn't-" Before she could finish, Ethan's lips were on hers, his kiss deep and consuming. The warmth of his lips against hers was almost startling in the chill of winter, a heat that spread through her like wildfire. Nyla had recalled their first meeting earlier, and now the kiss stirred something in her, a flood of emotions she didn't fully understand. Instinctively, her arms wrapped around his neck, clinging to him as though afraid to let go. . . .