Chapter 316

Leslie ended up sitting right on top of Broderick in an instant. Her head tilted down slightly as she looked at him, while he leaned back against the couch, face turned up to meet her eyes. The usual cold sharpness in his gaze was gone-for once, he looked a bit spaced out, cheeks slightly flushed, like he'd had one too many drinks. Leslie chuckled, her voice playful: "Ricky, are you drunk?" Broderick didn't say a word, but his eyes locked onto her lips like he'd gone without water for days. That kiss from earlier had left her lips a little red and glowy-hard not to notice. Instead of answering, he slipped one hand around her waist. All he could think about was how tiny her waist felt, like he could wrap his fingers all the way around it. His fingers brushed over it without him even realizing. The other hand slid behind her head-and just like that, he kissed her. Leslie's eyes flew wide open in surprise, those peach blossom eyes looking a bit stunned. This kiss wasn't like the usual gen