Everyone left after dinner. Declan and Yasmin finally had their own time. He took her to the bedroom and put her on the bed, staring at her intently. He rested his brow on hers, and she bent her neck backward a little, her lips almost touching his. Their breathing became heavy. The desire they had been suppressing for each other was about to burst through all barriers.
He stroked her cheeks with his thumbs, his lips gently brushing over hers, showing his desire.
"I saw the tape," she said quietly.
"And?" Declan was not in the mood to talk.
"I heard Angus' confession," she continued to speak in the same hushed tone.
"Hmm?"
"You did nothing with Tina that night."
"Okay?"
Yasmin fell silent, her expression changing. She pinched him on his arm and snapped, "Are you doubtful?"
"Right now, I am into this." He held her head from behind and kissed her.
Yasmin's lips were stretched wide as she couldn't stop smiling.
