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Tossed Between Her Defiant Mates By Alexis Dee Chapter 89

Tossed Between Her Defiant Mates By Alexis Dee

Chapter 89 I Want To K*iss Wolvin (Genevieve Swan)

Wolvin rubbed his scalp, standing before me, seemingly attempting to grasp the events of the past few minutes. Then, he lowered his gaze and became aware that he wasn’t wearing a shirt. His shorts hung precariously low on his waist, revealing the base of his penis.

I averted my gaze promptly and hugged myself. It felt incredibly inappropriate to catch a glimpse of his private part. “I apologize, I suppose?” he sounded genuinely bewildered. After a moment, I could hear him rummaging around in the closet. Several minutes later, he spoke up, “You can face this way now.”

As I turned my gaze back towards him, I observed him running his fingers through his hair and securing it in a man bun.

“Don’t listen to them and don’t let them make rules for you,” he went on, moving around and picking up a pillow, which he then positioned on the floor. “It’s alright, you don’t need to lie on the floor,” I reassured him immediately, wanting to make it clear that I hadn’t joined him here to cause him discomfort. He had been sleeping on an exceptionally thin mattress since we got married. I believed this might be the first instance where he had a proper bed to himself and could finally rest comfortably, and I felt a pang of guilt for disrupting that.

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“It’s alright. You should have the bed,” he persisted and settled onto the chilly floor. An additional mattress wasn’t available here, and I hadn’t intended to step outside the room to request one at this moment.

“Wolvin, please, take the bed. There’s ample room, and honestly, I’m not one to shift around much during sleep,” I pressed, my face averted as I spoke. I tried to downplay the awkwardness, but I knew avoiding eye contact wasn’t sufficient to alleviate the potential discomfort I felt about inviting him into the bed.

“But I tend to move around a lot during sleep,” he whispered, rising as he accepted my offer.

I moved to the edge of the bed and took a seat while he settled down with such force that I worried he might accidentally push me off. As he stretched out on the bed, I swallowed nervously and positioned myself flat. “Emre also has someone in his life,” I whispered, my gaze fixed on the ceiling, baring my heart to Wolvin once more. “Is this when you become angry with me for already knowing?” he inquired, his tone carrying a hint of innocence. I couldn’t resist turning to meet his gaze. Now we lay side by side in the same bed, our faces inches apart, our eyes locked. The situation felt novel and uncomfortable.

“No, it’s not your responsibility to inform me about his girlfriend, I suppose,” I murmured. I was growing weary of feeling angry with all of them. At this juncture, it was painfully evident that they would never be completely truthful with me, regardless of my efforts.

“Hmm, well, for whatever it’s worth- Caspian isn’t in a relationship. At least, that’s what he’s shared with us thus far,” he mumbled, nonchalantly shrugging without even a single blink. “But he does have a crush on someone. I remember he was discussing it with Bellamy,” I recalled their conversation that had taken place in the kitchen. “But that doesn’t qualify as being in a relationship, does it?” he furrowed his brows. “If that’s the criteria, then does that mean I’m in a relationship too?” He seemed lost in thought, as if he were grappling with that question.

“Wait! So you have a crush on someone? I thought you were in a relationship,” I recollected his confession, but I soon realized that my understanding wasn’t entirely accurate.

“Yeah, I have feelings for someone, but I don’t believe she’s aware of it.

Nevertheless, I’m determined to resist my impulses. I don’t think I should be in a relationship at this moment,” he shared softly, reiterating that he wasn’t currently involved with anyone.

“May I say she’s both fortunate and unfortunate at the same time?” I remarked, and he raised an eyebrow, clearly not grasping my statement. “She’s fortunate to have someone like you who has feelings for her, yet unfortunate because circumstances prevent the two of you from being together due to your current stance,” I clarified, offering a clearer explanation. The small smile he granted me sent a flutter through my heart.

“Hmm, so it’s considered fortunate for someone that I have a crush on them?” he inquired, and in an instant, I caught his gaze shifting towards my l*ips before he hastily redirected his attention to adjusting the blanket. “Yeah,” I replied, not averting my gaze. He tidied the already neat blanket and then turned to face me once more. Silence enveloped us, and in that moment, an undeniable intensity seemed to linger between us. My eyes seemed insistent on drifting towards his l*ips, but I hesitated, fearful of being caught in the act.

After wrestling with my impulses for a few more minutes, I surrendered and allowed my gaze to drift over to his l*ips. I perceived a gulp from him as he caught me unabashedly observing his l*ips.

“If I hadn’t made a pact with them—,” I cut myself off, not wanting to utter anything foolish. He had clearly indicated that he wasn’t interested in any sort of s*exual involvement with me. However, something felt distinct about that night.

“Then? What would you have done?” he inquired, causing my eyes to lift from his l*ips and meet his gaze directly.

The intensity of his gaze revealed his eagerness to grasp my thoughts.

“I would have inched closer and softly k*issed you on the l*ips,” I murmured, my own body trembling, and then immediately regretting my words. “And do you believe I would have let you off the hook after that?” His words reached my ears, causing my cheeks to flush crimson.

“I would have drawn you close and—” he began, his words growing more heated, but our focus was abruptly shattered by a loud knock on the door. Our attention was abruptly torn away from one another.

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