Mr Yichen's lips were soft. Extremely soft.
But that was it.
It was no different from pressing my lips against a piece of sausage.
I could feel the sensation of his lips against mine, his bodily warmth transferring through the contact, and just like dry-humping those alphas back at my previous job… nothing.
The kiss was supposed to be simple. A brush on the lip, something chaste. But Mr Yichen seemed to have other plans.
His fingers laced through my hair, pulling my face closer as he deepened the kiss. Stunned, I froze as he devoured my lips.
I noticed everyone on our table slowly going quiet, the clinking of cutlery suddenly ceasing.
Then finally, Mr Yichen pulled away. I stared at him awkwardly as his thumb caressed my swollen lips.
What was going on?
To keep the ruse going, I offered a tight lipped smile, searching his eyes for an explanation, any clue would be enough.
I couldn't read him.
His hand caressed the back of my head before he finally let go.
