The next moment, the ki*s fell on her neck, making her almost unable to stand steadily.
Her voice softened as she leaned back into Bryson, whispering tenderly, “Bryson.
Bryson tightened his grip around her waist! His delicate fingers brushed the hem of her dress. She shivered and grasped Bryson’s hand.
Breathing unevenly, she whispered, “Not… today!”
Bryson went along with her request, not going too far.
He grabbed Hannah’s waist, spun her, and gently pushed her against the door.
In the pitch-black night, the curtain blocked out everything. Hannah couldn’t read Bryson’s expression.
Bryson leaned in and gave her a deep ki*s. They found it tough to part.
After a long smooch, Bryson eased his hold, and Hannah melted into his arms.
With his arm around her, Bryson rested his head on her shoulder.
Though his tone was chilly, Hannah sensed a hint of hurt.
“I’m not feeling great.”
Hannah sensed Bryson’s mood and braced herself for his emotional outburst.
Resting against Bryson, Hannah found solace in his steady heartbeat.
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She comforted him with a slow pat on his back. “I get it. If you’re really struggling, I can…”
She gently pushed Bryson back and fumbled with her dress in the dark.
On her tiptoes, she met Bryson halfway, softly ki*sing him. “You don’t have to hold back.”
Suddenly, Bryson stopped her hand from unbuttoning. “I know you need to focus before the race. Besides, I don’t want to keep hurting you when I can’t control myself. You’re not some plaything. I know my illness makes it tough for me. I’ve got a doctor’s appointment lined up, and I’ll stick to my medication. I don’t want to push you into anything.”
Bryson cupped Hannah’s face, planting a gentle ki*s. “I’m just a bit jealous.”
Hannah heard Bryson’s words and felt like he was sprouting fluffy ears and morphing into a big, needy puppy.
Unable to resist, Hannah patted Bryson’s head. “You haven’t hurt me.”
Bryson lingered for a moment, then made to leave.
“You’re not sticking around?” Hannah teased, raising an eyebrow.
Bryson playfully pinched Hannah’s cheek. He was clearly in better spirits now. “I know the race is on your mind. It’s late. Get some shut-eye.”