Well, there was no point denying it now. Once again, Lyndon had hit the nail on the head.

He always had this uncanny ability to twist things around until she had no way out.

Tilda reached up, her fingers brushing against his hand in an attempt to push it away, but before she could, Lyndon's grip shifted. With smooth, deliberate movements, he drew her closer and kissed her.

Tilda's breath hitched as his soft lips met hers. The kiss was gentle yet firm, lingering long enough for her body to relax against him.

Her fingers gripped the fabric of his shirt, and without meaning to, a quiet moan escaped her Lips.

For a fleeting moment, the room fell unnervingly silent, making her low moan sound even more pronounced.

A row ahead, Keanu sat motionless, his attention pulled from the screen. The faint sound from behind had caught his ear, and instinctively his eyes darted to Tilda.

When his eyes Landed on the couple locked in an embrace and kissing, his breath hitched and his grip on the armrest tightened involuntarily.

They were a married couple, so their affection wasn't surprising.

Yet, imagining such a scene was one thing; witnessing it unfold before his eyes was something else entirely.

The realization struck him with more force than he had anticipated.

A tightness spread through his chest, searing as if it were on fire.

Before Keanu could dwell on it, a cool hand touched his chin, turning his head.

"Are you that mesmerized?"

Corrine's voice was near, her eyes fixed on him with unwavering intensity.

Keanu blinked, momentarily distracted, before averting his gaze. He gently but firmly pushed her hand away.

Corrine didn't seem bothered. Instead, she leaned closer, her arm snaking around his neck with ease.

"Watching them kiss is dull, Keanu," she murmured, her voice dripping with mischief. "How about I show you how soft my lips are instead?"

Without waiting for an answer, she tilted her chin, and her crimson lips brushed his.

Keanu's pupils narrowed, and for a moment, he instinctively leaned back, trying to pull away.

But Corrine didn't allow him the chance to retreat. Her arm remained firmly around his neck as she kissed him deeply, her lips soft yet determined.

The dimness of the room seemed to magnify the tension, wrapping them in an almost palpable intimacy.

Keanu was, after all, only human, and in that moment, he couldn't help but be captivated by the faint, alluring scent of Corrine. What had begun as resistance slowly gave way to reluctant surrender.

Before he realized it, he was responding, drawn in by the sweetness of the kiss, letting himself savor the moment.