too late for a second chance novel (Lila and Dorian)

Lila gently rubbed her forehead against the coolness of Kieran's hand, the brief comfort making her involuntarily let out a soft, delicate sound. The sound was light and soft, like a small feather brushing against her heart.

Kieran's gaze darkened, his throat tightening, yet he didn't dare to move.

Fortunately, she hadn't drunk much. Upon realizing her own behavior, her face turned even redder.

"I... I'll go sit over there. Later..." Her mind was still clear, but she dared not speaknoveldrama

more and only slowly shifted to the side, trying to sit elsewhere.

However, the heat in her body wasn't something she could control. It was unbearable and embarrassing. She felt like a piece of iron on the stove getting hotter and hotter.

Kieran raised his hand to press her back down gently. "Don't move. It'll only make it worse. We'll be home soon."

His gaze lowered as he watched the little tuft of hair on her head, the stray strands fluttering like small bits of fur. His brows relaxed, and his expression was full of tenderness.

Lila clung to his arm, unsure whether to move or stay still. She was like a child in kindergarten, wanting to run out and play but having to listen to the teacher, forcing herself to sit quietly in class, waiting for it to end.

She lowered her eyes, trying to ignore his presence and keep her mind from wandering. But when she glanced down at his strong waist, then lower. She quickly looked up, staring at the car ceiling.

"See no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil. I want to touch it..." Lila thought.

In an attempt to change the topic, she asked, "Are we there yet?"

She hoped it would distract her. However, the heat in the car was unbearable. It dried her mouth and made her throat feel parched.

She could barely resist the urge to reach out and touch him. Her peripheral vision fell on his lips.

Lila took a deep breath but didn't realize her hand was still gripping Kieran's arm tightly.

Upon feeling the pressure, he lowered his gaze. Her face was even redder than before.

The Locke family really was something. He felt a pang of sympathy, but he dared not touch her.

It wasn't that he feared Lila might do something but that she was just too tempting

in this state. He feared he wouldn't be able to control himself.

What should have been a 20-minute ride felt like it lasted a century for Lila. When the car finally stopped she hurried to open the door but her hands and feet felt weak. She couldn't open it and was sweating from the rush.

Kieran stepped outside, opened the door, and quickly picked her up. Then, he hurried to the bathroom. Soon, the water from the faucet rushed out, and she watched the bathtub fill up.

She was desperate for a cold shower.

"Lila, you can't. You'll catch a cold."

His voice was gentle as he raised his hand to stop her, his eyes filled with helplessness. He knew she was in

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pain, but there was nothing he could do the couldn't take advantage of

her vulnerable state.

Lila leaned against the wall in discomfort, accidentally brushing against the shower handle.

Both of them were caught off guard and got soaked. She quickly scrambled to turn off the water. "I didn't mean to do that."

The cool water did bring a brief sense of relief. However, her gaze fell on Kieran's soaked white shirt. The faint outline of his abs was even more captivating.

"Help!" she thought. Her gaze darkened, and her hand reached out involuntarily.

Lila's body, like a ripe peach, was flushed all over. Her restless hand was immediately stopped.

Kieran grabbed her wrist and was about to speak when she looked up at him.

It was unclear if it was from the heat or the steam, but her eyes looked dewy, and when she glanced up at him there was a hint of grievance in her gaze was as if she wanteckto keep going.