Chapter 1012:
Rylie tilted her head back slightly, her luminous eyes gleaming with clarity and warmth. “I remember you have a private jet that can depart whenever you like, right?”
Brad responded with a soft, almost absentminded hum. As his fingers brushed against hers, a subtle current of anticipation stirred through him. “Anywhere you want to go?”
Rylie’s lips curved with quiet eagerness. “The island you gave me. Doesn’t it have the best view for stargazing?”
Brad’s broad hand paused midair, and when his eyes lowered, they locked with hers, sharp and intent. His pulse thudded faster beneath the fabric of his shirt. “Right now? The island is still in the midst of planning and construction, completely untouched and left in its natural, wild state.”
Rylie leaned forward slightly as she asked, “Will it be cold?”
Brad let out a low, quiet chuckle, the sound brushing against her ear like a secret. “Not at all. It’s surprisingly warm. You’ll only need a short-sleeved top and a skirt.”
Her eyes sparkled with renewed, almost pleading light. “So… can we go then? We could just lie under the stars and sleep.”
Brad’s breath hitched, barely perceptible, but enough to betray him.
He met Rylie’s unguarded gaze, her eyes open and honest, carrying no hint of mischief, no blush of shyness, just a simple, unspoken invitation filled with longing.
She had a way of speaking with effortless simplicity that unraveled his once-calm composure, making his chest tighten and his body respond in ways he could scarcely control.
He let out a quiet chuckle, his chest vibrating subtly as he held her hand tighter, his thumb brushing over the soft, delicate skin and sending a gentle warmth rippling through both of them. “Sleep under the stars?” Brad echoed, his voice carrying a husky edge he rarely allowed. “I like that idea.”
D𝘰w𝗻𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽 р𝖣𝖥s 𝗳re𝗲 𝗈𝗻 𝘨𝘢𝘭n𝘰𝘷e𝘭𝘴.со𝗺
His eyes lingered on her, tracing slowly from the curve of her brows to the bridge of her nose, and finally settling on her warm, inviting lips.
Leaning in just slightly, his breath whispered across her ear, meant only for her to hear. “An isolated island, just the two of us… it would be unforgettable.”
Brad had never seemed so compelling, so magnetic, yet in that instant, Rylie felt a sudden, undeniable longing coil within her chest.
She edged closer, their height difference allowing her gaze to follow the subtle rise and fall of his Adam’s apple, an almost hypnotic movement. Without hesitation, she tilted her head and lightly grazed it with her teeth.
The combination of her warmth and the sharp, electrifying sting coursed down Brad’s spine, shattering every ounce of his previously controlled composure.
His muscles tensed almost instinctively, and his breath hitched in response.
He could feel her soft lips against the sensitive skin of his neck, her faint, teasing breaths carrying the lingering fragrance of the milk, each one igniting a shiver of awareness throughout him.
It was a daring, silent invitation, impossible to refuse.
Rylie could feel the taut strength of his muscles beneath her hand, rigid and unyielding like forged steel, and in the close proximity, she could hear the quickening, restrained rhythm of his breath.
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