?<strong>Chapter 943:</strong>


    Alicia hadpleted two courses and decided to test it by having a little drink tonight. After two sses, she felt slightly itchy. However, it was just itchiness without any rash, and scratching provided relief.


    Alicia was pleased. “It does work. Maybe if I keep taking it, I’llpletely ovee the allergy.”


    Caden parked the car. Alicia couldn’t resist asking, “Can you scratch my back?”


    The weather was warm, and her light clothing made it easy for her to lift her shirt slightly, revealing a sh of her delicate waist.


    Caden paused to look a moment longer than necessary. cing his hand on her waist, he asked, “Is it itchy here?”


    Alicia leaned against the steering wheel, turning her head to give him a look. “I asked you to scratch my back. Does my back look like it’s on my waist?”


    Caden adjusted his fingers under her direction, diligently scratching wherever she indicated. After a few scratches, he leaned in closer. “Is the pressure okay?”


    Alicia felt a flutter from his proximity. The overhead light cast shadows across his eyes, giving him a look of deep affection, as if he were admiring a cherished partner.


    “It’s fine, not itchy anymore,” Alicia said, lowering her gaze.


    Caden held her hand and leaned closer. “I’m feeling a bit itchy too.”


    Alicia’s eyes sparkled. She met his gaze and said, “You’re not allergic. What could you possibly be itchy for?”


    “I’m itching for a kiss.” While he desired more, a kiss would suffice for now.


    Alicia nced out the window. Feeling shy, she murmured, “There are people outside.”


    “It’s just a kiss. What young couple doesn’t kiss? If they want to watch, let them,” Caden said yfully. “Can we share a kiss here and then continue at home?”


    Alicia refused.


    But Caden kissed her anyway. Her lips still carried a hint of the fruit wine she had drunk—sweet yet slightly bitter, intoxicatingly delicious under her soft tongue.


    Caden deepened the kiss, his impulse teetering on the edge.


    The lipstick Alicia had reapplied after dinner waspletely swept away by him. Breathing heavily, Caden released her and said, “Alicia, I want to have sex with you tonight.”


    His bluntness was typical.


    Alicia’s cheeks flushed. She fumbled for words, and Caden interpreted her hesitation as assent, lifting her from the car.


    They had only taken a few steps before an unexpected figure appeared at the entrance.


    Alicia recognized the uninvited guest instantly. All her passion cooled in an instant, and she stepped away from Caden’s embrace.


    Dorian’s arrival was like a fire truck, dousing Caden’s fiery desire and reducing it to mere embers.


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