Tangled in His Obsession Series

Chapter 207

The cold water in the fridge was all gone, and Seraphina, after a moment’s thought, decided to drop some ice cubes into a glass, fill it with water, and give it to Leandro.

She went upstairs with the glass, her heart full of anticipation.

Sure, it was just a glass of water, but to her, it was a sign of her growing connection with him.

The day had the feel of a teenage fantasy-fleeting but enchanting, even if it might have been an illusion

Yet, as Seraphina re-entered her room with a glass of water, that gentle reverie dissolved There, at her desk, sat Leandro, thumbing through her textbooks. Panic surged within her. She rushed over, setting the glass down precariously while trying to reclaim her book

Caught off guard, Leandro released the textbook. But in that hurried motion, the glass teetered, then tipped, spilling cold water directly onto him.

“Oops!” Seraphina immediately started scrambling, dropping the textbook onto the floor and bending down to dry Leandro off, picking out ice cubes from his clothes.

Most of the water had spilled on Leandro’s pants, but in her panic, she didn’t notice and went straight to clean up his pants.

By the time she realized what she was doing, Leandro had grabbed her wrist.

This was, without a doubt, pretty awkward

Seraphina blushed so hard that het ears turned red. She lowered her gaze, took a moment to compose herself, then looking at the toppled glass, she bit her lip and said, I’ll go get you another glass of water

Even though the air conditioning was on, the room somehow felt heated.

Leandro cleared his throat, trying to keep his composure.

Seraphina quickly picked up the glass and went to refill it, while Leandro turned his attention back to the textbook she had just snatched from him.

be in it that

getting the better of him, Leandro reached out and picked up the textbook

the door, glanced back to

a chance to react, her body

leaned back in his chair, clutching

throwing caution to the wind, lunged at

“Thud!”

with his chair, and Seraphina, who had thrown herself at him, fell with

the floor, the cover of the textbook in Leandro’s hand flipped open-

portrait: short hair, a white shirt, deep-set eyes, and a

drawing. While he was

secret was now

her before locking

as a fleeting crush. Yet now, that same girl was close

resting on her body, the heat from her body slowly seeping into

must be drunk.

seep into his, and the

girl in front of him,

he realised what he was thinking, his brain was telling him to push her away, but he found himself gripping her

this hot?” he asked in

and confused, her breath quickening as she met his gaze,

was eye’shaking a little

her closer.

Iser feelings exposed to him, especially when she felt so caught off guard. The uncertainty of his reaction weighed on her, and

response

warmth of Leandro’s hand was a comforting contrast to her nervous coolness. An overwhelming rush of emotions made her feel as if she was

began gently, just the tender touch of lips. But the soft press quickly deepened into a

Lost In the moment, she struggled to