Chapter 52. The Real Kiss

‘I had to do it again,’ Ezekiel thought. She was just a few meters to the other side of the tent, and his lips were parched as dry as the rice fields on a summer day. His body was enticed to come near her and do what it takes to be closer to her chest, to her abdomen, to her waist, to her legs, and especially, her face.

Ezekiel desired to hear her whispers, seductive ones, towards his ears. He wanted the tip of her nose to touch hers. He wanted everything in her. Ezekiel wouldn’t hesitate to even have a single route back to where he was before meeting Rachel Han.

That dare from his superior was a blessing in disguise—that Ezekiel thought would result in a nightmare, to a bad will and determination to carry out the drills with a princess-like music student who was angry at him. It turned the tables down when Rachel in response to his dare, hungry and aggressive and aggrieved, like she was anticipating that moment.

Today, would the reaction be the same? Or will it be