The Heartbreak Prescription (by Glazed Snow) novel Chapter 1148

Did Nathan really want it tonight?

Ivy suddenly leaned in and kissed his thin lips.

Nathan looked at her, then quickly pressed down, capturing her flushed lips in a deep kiss.

Ivy wrapped her arms around his neck and responded, gentle but eager, meeting his kiss without holding back.

They had never kissed this long before. Just kissing, nothing else.

Ivy felt weak all over, as if her body had melted.

Nathan lowered his face into the curve of her neck and began kissing her hair.

Ivy's hands slid upward. Careful but bold, she cradled his head and threaded her fingers through his neat, short hair. She gave it a little tug and suddenly laughed.

Nathan's voice turned rough. "That funny?"

He had already noticed what she was doing.

Ivy was genuinely happy, acting playful and sly like a mischievous kid. "A little."

Nathan gave her a look, then rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling. "Go to sleep."

As he spoke, he started to get up.

"Where are you going?" Ivy asked.

Nathan said, "To take a cold shower."

Ivy grabbed his pajama top. "You're not going."

Nathan lay back down. "I can't even take a cold shower?"

Ivy rolled over and burrowed into his arms. His body was burning hot, like a furnace. She kissed his handsome face and slipped her hand under his pajama top.

His muscles were firm and defined, lean in a way that looked effortlessly stylish. She really liked them.

Nathan caught her hand. "Don't tease me."

Ivy shook his hand off and shifted, straddling his waist. Now, she was on top.

She lifted her head and saw Nathan's handsome face. He was still asleep, holding her close.

Ivy paused. She knew how disciplined his routine usually was. Before, whenever she woke up, he was already at the office. This was the first time he had slept in with her.

She studied his sleeping face and slowly raised her fingers to touch him.

Her pale fingertips traced from his sharp brows to the bridge of his nose, then to his lips. His features were striking, as if they had been carved by hand.

The more she looked, the more she liked him.

Suddenly, her finger was caught.

Nathan slowly opened his sleepy eyes. "What are you doing this early in the morning?"

Ivy smiled brightly. "You're awake!"

Nathan looked at her. "With you touching me like that, how could I not wake up?"

"It's already eight," Ivy said. "You're getting lazy. Get up already."