Chapter 100- falling for him
The lock screen photo was a selfie she’d taken—not even a full-face shot, just the upper half of her brows and eyes. The most striking part was how she’d deliberately tousled her hair to fall in messy strands over her forehead. A touch of flirtatious elegance, red lips slightly parted, eyes smoldering with a dreamy look.
"But I’ve got one that looks even better," Morrison said, placing a feather-light kiss at the corner of her lips.
Lilian blinked. "What do you mean?"
In response, Morrison pulled out his own phone, opened the gallery, and handed it to her.
The second she looked, Lilian wanted to strangle him.
They were all photos of her while she was asleep—when had he even taken them?!
Though she was wrapped tightly in a blanket, her bare shoulder and arm were exposed. Anyone with half a brain could guess what had happened between them.
Sure, he had a knack for making her sleeping pose look almost ethereal, but still! She couldn’t allow those kinds of photos to exist on his phone. What if someone saw them one day? That would be a total disaster!
Fuming, she reached out to snatch his phone. "Delete them! Right now!"
But Morrison had already tucked it away, unbothered. "Why should I? You look amazing in them. I’m keeping them."
Lilian glared at him, about to erupt, but before she could say another word, he grabbed her waist and silenced her with a kiss.
Soft, lingering, dangerously tender—his lips moved against hers in that infuriatingly gentle way of his, stealing away all her protests before she could voice them.