Rising from the Ashes (Andrew) novel Chapter 1934

Freya whispered, "Andrew, don't say anything. Just kiss me! Don't worry, I'm doing this willingly. You don't have to take responsibility for it!"

Freya's lips pressed against his, soft and warm, but after a couple of kisses, Andrew managed to stop himself and gently pushed her away.

"Don't do this, Ms. Freya. You'll regret acting like this!"

Freya was already lost in the moment, her voice trembling like a frightened fawn.

"Andrew, please don't say anything else. I don't want to hear it. Right now, all I want is for you to kiss me… Kiss me like you mean it! I heard everything you said to Hannah just now!

"You think I'm better than her, don't you? You don't have to deny it… I heard it all. Thank you, Andrew, for seeing me that way. I don't want to give you up to her. I want to be the one by your side. So please, let me be selfish just this once. I don't want to hold back anymore!"

Her voice cracked as tears welled in her eyes, and she started sobbing. However, she did not stop. She clung to Andrew with wild desperation, trying to kiss him again.

At the same time, she grabbed his hand and shoved it inside her bra.

Andrew instinctively tried to pull away, but froze. If he forced his hand back, Freya would definitely get hurt.

In that brief moment of hesitation, his hand was already gripping the soft, warm flesh. The sensation hit him like a jolt, sending shivers down his spine.

Even with his composure, Andrew couldn't deny how intoxicating that touch was.

Freya let out a soft moan, practically melting into him, kissing him over and over. Her tongue moved boldly, in ways that would make any censors flinch.

She had just gotten back from her talent agency, still dressed in her sleek officewear: heels, black stockings, and a body-hugging blouse. Her body carried a subtle, intoxicating fragrance, and with her flushed cheeks as she threw herself into his arms, Andrew felt his blood surge.

His mind suddenly flashed with one intense thought: take her right here, right now, in the Keller residence's bathroom.

The desire and passion in Freya's heart gradually cooled down, like having a bucket of cold water suddenly poured over her head. She kept her head down, not daring to look up, just staring at her shoes.

Finally, she smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I get it. You've got self-control. Andrew, even in a situation like this, I never expected you could still maintain your composure!"

She continued quietly, "I've never been able to figure out my feelings for you, but now I can say for certain that you're definitely worth my affection, even worth entrusting her whole life to. It's okay. You turned me down, fine. I'll live. But just so you know, I'm not giving up."

She turned and walked out, trying to look calm. However, her heart was actually pounding hard. That wild moment, the rush of madness, the tingling sensation on her chest, told her loud and clear: she had been playing with fire.

Andrew let out a bitter laugh.

Was she really falling for him?

Exasperated, he turned back to the sink and splashed cold water on his face again. The desire in his body kept flaring up, over and over, and it was driving him insane.