The Boy Who Tattooed My Name on His Chest novel Chapter 90

"Baby, I’ll take you home later." His voice was low and magnetic, and saying such words felt completely natural, though it carried a hint of desire.

I felt my ears tingling and instinctively nodded. I let him take my hand and lead me back to the private room.

But as soon as we entered, I snapped back to reality and pulled my hand away. When I looked up, I saw the slight hurt in his eyes.

When Paul saw me return with Gary, he didn’t think much of it. He simply stood up and grabbed his jacket.

"Let’s go." I noticed his lips were slightly moist and glanced at Selina again.

Hmm, hers were moist too. There’s no doubt that the Truth or Dare game just now had been quite exciting.

On the way back, Selina, as usual, sat in the passenger seat beside Paul.

"Junior gets carsick, so you should sit in the back," he said. I shook my head.

"No, I’ll ride with Gary."

For the past month, Paul had been very busy. Every time I reached out to him, he would impatiently send Gary to keep me company.

So this time, he didn’t give it much thought.

He only sneered.

"Jasmine, Gary only agreed to accompany you because of my request."

"How can you keep troubling him? He has a mild obsession with cleanliness and doesn’t like anyone sitting in his car. It’s hard to get a taxi here, so be sensible."

Gary’s eyes darkened as he looked at me. "It’s fine. She’s an exception."

Paul’s face darkened, and without another glance at me, he drove off.

On the way back, I dared not look at Gary. I could only vaguely focus on the steering wheel. But then my gaze landed on his long, fair fingers.

Each knuckle was distinct. I swallowed.

Just then, the light turned red, and Gary stopped the car, handing me a bottle of water. "Thirsty?"

I shook my head, feeling embarrassed. I didn’t dare tell him I had a thing for hands.

He chuckled, set the water bottle down, and took a sip of his soda water. When he slightly tilted his head up, the sharp line of his jaw became even more defined.

My gaze was drawn to it again. His smooth Adam’s apple bobbed slightly as he reached over and covered my eyes with his hand.

"Jasmine, don’t tease me, things are progressing too fast." I hurriedly explained, "I just wanted to taste the flavor."

Suddenly, he made a sharp right turn, parking the car by a quiet park. He cupped the back of my head and kissed me.

At first, he was gentle, barely brushing his lips against mine. But when his slightly heavy breath brushed against my cheek, I instinctively parted my lips.