Villain Ch 1969. No Family Legacy Night
Allen leaned in just a hair.
"I mean something sweet," he said, his voice low and dangerous in the nicest possible way. "The kind that might melt on your tongue. The kind that goes well with champagne. Or..."
His eyes dropped briefly to her lips.
"The kind that starts with a second kiss."
Mila blinked.
Her face burned so hot she thought she might combust.
"You're shameless," she whispered.
"You kissed me first. It should be for you."
"I should've stopped when I had the chance."
"No," he said, brushing her hand with his fingers, just enough to make her nerves light up again. "You should've done it again."
Her voice cracked. "Allen."
He stepped forward.
Not aggressively.
But with purpose.
"You think I spent all this time walking careful lines, dodging rumors, tiptoeing around the Goldborne–Sterlinghart PR landmine just to not see where this could go?"
"I thought you were being cautious," she said.
