The Indifferent Ex-Husband Heartstrings in the Mall of Fate

Sophia instinctively flinched, her eyes widening as she looked at Brandon.

Brandon also paused mid-motion, turning his gaze towards her, his lips still pressed against hers, yet without making any further moves. The warm, moist sensation emanated from their tightly sealed lips.

Up close, his eyes seemed darker and deeper, burning with an intense, scorching look as if flames were dancing in their depths. Sophia nearly surrendered under his gaze, her breath involuntarily caught, her heart pounding as if it was about to burst out of her chest.

Her mind had gone blank, her breath tinged with his crisp, unique scent.

Her uplifted hand didn't know whether it was pushing him away or something else. The moment her palm touched Brandon's shoulder, his hand on the back of her head suddenly tightened, pressing his lips down more forcefully.

Her lips parted unwillingly.

His tongue surged in, conquering territory.

His kiss was aggressive, fierce, like a traveler parched from the desert. Sophia could almost sense his desperate longing and intense emotional turmoil beneath his fervent kisses.

She was a bit overwhelmed but not resistant, even harboring a faint sense of nostalgia.

Her heartbeat and breath climbed even higher due to his passionate and skilled kissing, her breath bing uncontrollably short and urgent.

Brandon's breath also grew heavier with each deepening kiss.

The ambiguous sounds of moist contact mingled with heavy breathing filled the quiet room.

In her bewilderment, Sophia's tongue tangled with his, and the very instant they intertwined, Brandon's breathing suddenly intensified, his grip on the back of her head uncontrollably tightened, and his kisses becmore fervent and unrestrained. Sophia found herself pinned down on the freshly made bed sheets.

Her panting becincreasingly rapid and disordered, apanied by the rustling of clothes being torn open.

Sophia's body temperature rose with Brandon's unrestrained hands, the cold air invading her skin slightly tempering the heat. She writhed like a fish on a cutting board,pletely at Brandon's mercy, unsure of what she wanted and what she didn't, just following her instincts to draw nearer to Brandon, yet also desperately wanting to escape this uncontrollable sensation.

She whimpered Brandon's name, her palms unconsciously pushing against his hands, gasping for air, that vague anticipation mixed with trepidation making her scared. Her rational mind fluctuated between the familiar and the unfamiliar secret sensations but briefly returned to her in the lull after being pushed to the peak.

In her panic, Sophia's palm lightly pressed against Brandon's still-rampaging hand on her body.

Brandon stopped his movements and looked at her. He had a deadly sexiness about him in moments like these.

Sophia's face was so red it seemed blood might drip from it, she timidly turned her head, unable to meet his eyes.

"I..." She tried to speak, her voice so breathless she could hardly utter a word, and it was hoarse to boot.

Brandon's rationality started to return as well.

He understood what Sophia meant, and he knew it wasn't the right time. That kiss was purely impulsive, a loss of reason, and his subsequent loss of controlpletely shattered when he touched her.

This wasn't the first time.

Sophia had a kind of magic that could dismantle all his rationality.

Every tthey touched, it was like dry kindling meeting a fierce flame, sparking an uncontrollable blaze.

Their encounters were always thoroughly satisfying and gratifying.

Perhaps because they were both cool-headed and extremely restrained individuals, it led to an uncontrollable situation every tthey touched.

Their bodies were more honest than their brains.

Their mutual desire had long surpassed rationality.

But Brandon knew it wasn't the right time.

To Sophia, who had lost all her memories, he was just a stranger. They needed a process of getting to know each other gradually. "Sorry, I lost control," he apologized in a husky voice, rolled over, and lay down beside Sophia, pulling the blanket over to cover her, slowly calming his restless body.

"I'm part of the problem too," Sophia murmured softly, her hand gripping the blanket tightly, ovee with embarrassment about how to face Brandon.

She hadn't expected the scenaSusan had mentioned during the day to replay itself with Brandon.

She was already a bit ufortable around Brandon, and now...

Sophia felt mortified. Once a man and a woman have had sexual contact without the emotional closeness of a couple, everyday interactions be exceedingly awkward.

That was the situation between her and Brandon now.

"They were hardly familiar with each >ther, yet under the influence of ormones, they had done the most ntimate thing a couple could do. Although they hadn't gone all the vay, it was close enough, making it Lifficult for her to face Brandon candidly. w Sophia wondered if it had been the sbetween her and Brandon before, considering they had hooked up the night they reunited at a class reunion years later.

With their personalities, how could two people who hadn't been in touch for years suddenly be so close within a few hours? But that desire for each other's bodies had overridden all rationality.

Brandon now turned to look at her.

et Sophia was wrapped in the blanket, her fair, delicate fingers clutching tightly at the quilt in front of her chest, looking somewhat helpless. Her body lay stiff and straight, her eyes carefully avoiding wandering, as obedient as a schoolchild who had done something wrong. Yet, the flushed redness of her face betrayed her embarrassment. "We're husband and wife," Brandon said gently, understanding her difort, "and we've even had a child. We've been through everything, seen it all, done it af. So whatever we just did, it's all part of our past life together, and you don't have to feel awkward about it." "Stop it, will you?" Sophia couldn't help but mutter quietly, feeling even more embarrassed and unable to face Brandon, "I don't remember any of that... And sthings can't just be fixed by a marriage certificate, like feeling embarrassed..." She totally knew they had been through it all, kids and everything, done the deed and seen it all, but she had zero recollection of any of those shenanigans.

She felt like this was just like the first taround, so she figured her current bashfulness about the whole thing was totally within the realm of normal.

Plus, her getting all shy and awkward about getting it on with this dude had less to do with whether he was her hubby or not.

She just felt that what went down with Brandon just now, and her reaction to it, was pretty embarrassing and cringeworthy. Brandon was cracking up over her ostrich-like reaction, a hint of a chuckle sparkling in his eyes. "You'll get used to it," he said.

Sophia: "..."