You Are The Apple of My Eyes

Chapter 685 A Secret Kiss

In the end, Leon decided to lay down on his side of the bed. Anyway, it wasn't a big deal since he just simply shared the same bed with her, not to mention, there was a quilt between them.

He didn't know what kind of mood he was in. He just closed his eyes—out of sight, out of mind.

Although he couldn't see anything with his eyes closed, his ears became more sensitive to the things around. That was why he heard the sound of Michelle's footsteps even though she almost walked on tiptoes to avoid disturbing him. Then the sound of the wardrobe being opened came to his ears, seeming like she had taken something out.

"Leon..."

"Ah, what?" Before Michelle could even finish her words, Leon sat up on the bed quickly, like a frightened deer.

Michelle turned around to look at him with her eyes wide open and her lips slightly parted. She blinked a few times, holding a creamy white blanket in her hand, obviously startled.

For a moment, Leon was too embarrassed to say a word. He wanted to curse himself for the way he reacted. When his eyes fell on the blanket she was holding, he immediately understood what she meant. "I tend to be a little nervous when I'm drunk. Is that blanket for me? Thank you."

As soon as Michelle came back to her senses, she cleared her throat and handed the blanket to him. "I usually use the quilt when the air conditioner is on at night to avoid catching a cold. But the quilt had been folded, so we could only use the blanket."

"Okay. It's already late, you should go to bed."

"Well, Leon, I have something to tell you. Can we leave the light on when we sleep?" Michelle pointed at the light on the ceiling.

The reason why she asked this was because she already knew that Leon couldn't sleep with the lights off.

She knew that boys cared so much about their pride, so she didn't expose Leon's weakness, nor let him find out that she had known it. She had to keep it as a secret.

However, Michelle had always been bad at lying. She pressed her lips together and held her breath as she looked at him without blinking. She knew that if she looked away, she would expose herself.

But in Leon's point of view, her fear meant something else. In his eyes, she wanted to leave the light on because she was afraid that he would do something to her in the darkness.

Therefore, he laughed at himself secretly. 'It seems like she dislike me so much.' She once said that she wanted to find a boyfriend as good-looking as him, but it was impossible to find another him in the world. She was on guard, which made him wonder if she was scared that he would do something obscene to her in the dark.

Michelle only treated him as her brother, just as how he treated her as his sister. He really didn't plan to do anything obscene to her.

At least, for now. It hadn't crossed his mind yet.

As for the future... He was about to reject the idea, but when he looked at Michelle's eyes, he changed his mind.

Maybe...just maybe, he would have feelings for her one day. Only time could tell.

"Okay, we won't turn off the light." A faint smile appeared on Leon's face. He liked it better when the lights were on as he slept, so it was favorable to him.

Hearing this, Michelle flashed a sweet smile. "Goodnight, Leon. Sweet dreams."

"Good night. Sweet dreams." This time, Leon was more relaxed when he lay down again. He raised his arm in order to block the light in the room. NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

The blindfolds he was using were in the next room. He was already too lazy to get them, and he didn't want to bother Michelle either. After all, she was not his maid.

Soon, Michelle lay down beside him quietly. But she didn't dare to get too close to him, for fear that Leon would feel uncomfortable. Moreover, the quilt in between them took a lot of space, so she was pushed to the edge.

Her eyes were closed, but she was still wide awake. She couldn't fall asleep with the light on, and with Leon sleeping next to her.

It made her restless. She liked to hold something in her arms while sleeping. She was afraid that she would hug Leon and frighten him. It would surely embarrass her.

Well, to be honest, she really wanted to hug him. She wanted to get close to him and smell his scent, but she couldn't do that.

Afraid that Leon would be disturbed by the noise, she didn't dare to turn over and stayed still as if she was asleep. If her eyes weren't moving, it would really look like she was sleeping.

Maybe it was due to the alcohol that Leon fell asleep easily. His hand covering his eyes slowly dropped, revealing his perfectly-carved face.

Hearing this slight movement, Michelle opened her eyes and slowly turned her body. She could only see one side of his handsome face, but it was enough to fascinate her.

The light shone on his face, and his features became gentle. His long eyelashes covered eyes. When she took a closer look, his eyelashes trembled as if they had sensed that someone had invaded Leon's private space.

For a moment, Michelle just lie on the folded quilt and stared at his sleeping face. It was the most wonderful view she had ever seen.

A few minutes later, his eyes moved slightly behind his eyelids, making her tremble in fear. She lay back and pretended to be asleep, pricking up her ears to hear if Leon had been awakened.

Fortunately, he seemed to be in a deep sleep. He wasn't awakened by the sound of her approaching; he just turned over to his side, facing Michelle.

After a while, Michelle quietly opened one of her eyes to check the situation. When she confirmed that Leon was still asleep, she breathed out a sigh of relief and climbed on the quilt again.

Her movements were small, because she didn't want to wake him up. She rested her chin in her hands, and watched him with a smile.

Her eyes shifted from his closed eyes to his slightly pursed lips. They were neither too thick nor too thin. The corners of his lips were slightly upward, so even if he was not smiling in his sleep, he gave off a very gentle feeling.

Leon's lips were slightly moist, looking attractive and kissable.

It made Michelle want to kiss him.

Just a gentle kiss.

At this moment, she had the urge to lick those delectable lips the ways she saw couples kissing in TV dramas and in school.

People seemed to be fond of kissing, so it must be sweet. She wanted to have a try.

The hands she was using to support her chin slowly pulled down and clenched into fists. Then she summoned up her courage and slowly approached him.

'Just a gentle kiss, ' she told herself.

As the seconds passed, their faces got closer and closer, until Michelle could already feel that the air could no longer pass through between them. Long breaths sprayed on her face, which ignited her desire more.

Her heart was beating wildly in her chest, and her face was flushed.

She even couldn't breathe smoothly.

If it went on like this, she was afraid she would die from suffocation.

'Whatever, just kiss him.'

With this thought, Michelle leaned over and quickly planted a soft kiss on his lips.

It was just a quick and light kiss. She didn't even taste the sweetness of his lips at all.

But it was enough to intoxicate Michelle. Her entire face and even her ears turned crimson red as if she drank some alcohol.

In a hurry, she turned over and ran to the balcony. Her chest was constantly undulating as she gasped for air. Until dawn, her heart kept hammering in her chest.

Michelle was afraid that she would have a cardiac arrest.

The next morning, Leon suddenly opened his eyes, as if he had woken up from a nightmare.

He stared at the ceiling blankly, breathing heavily. As he recalled the scene in his dream, he couldn't help but lick his lips.

He couldn't believe that he would have such a dream.

In his dream, Michelle stole a kiss from him.

It was just a gentle kiss, but his ears turned red as he imagined it.

'Damn it! Leon, you are such a bastard, '

he cursed inwardly.

Heat was spreading through his body, so he got up and went straight to the bathroom. He washed his face with cold water to put out the fire in him. Looking at his reflection in the mirror, he found that his ears were still red.

He felt ashamed.

It seemed like he couldn't simply treat Michelle as his sister from now on.