Year Five: The Perfect Goodbye Plan novel Chapter 53

Kent switched off the main light, leaving only the soft glow of the bedside lamp. He sat down on the edge of the bed.

The amber halo cast delicate shadows across Silvia’s face, her long lashes fanning out and painting a gentle arc beneath her eyes. In the quiet light, she looked almost like a porcelain doll.

He watched her like that, his gaze growing darker, more intense.

Suddenly, Silvia stirred, as if uncomfortable. Still fast asleep, she shifted and reached out with one small hand.

Her fingers brushed something warm—Kent’s hand. She instinctively snuggled closer, curling her body and pressing her cheek against him like a lazy kitten.

Her hand found his and, without thinking, she threaded her fingers through his, locking them together in a gesture so intimate it sent a jolt through him.

Kent lowered his head, his expression outwardly calm, but a flicker of restraint flashed in his eyes. He frowned ever so slightly.

A moment later, he gently gathered Silvia into his arms, supporting her head with one hand as he laid her properly on the bed.

“Don’t go.”

Her sleepy voice called out, and with a surprising burst of strength, she tugged him down so that he nearly fell alongside her.

He caught himself, bracing his arms on either side of her, careful not to crush her beneath his weight.

They were so close, it would have taken just the smallest movement for their lips to meet. Their breaths mingled in the space between them.

Silvia’s scent—a mix of delicate perfume and the faint tang of wine—drifted up to him, making Kent’s composure falter.

He felt intoxicated himself.

“Mmm…”

Silvia let out a soft murmur, her eyes fluttering open just enough to meet his gaze. She looked up at him, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Mr. Parsons, you really are handsome, you know that?”

She giggled, realizing that ever since Kent had entered her life, he’d even started appearing in her dreams—especially after a drink or two.

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