It was filled with an unhidden, overwhelming possessiveness for her.
The mere thought of her falling for another man filled him with a suffocating sense of crisis.
He wanted nothing more than to guard her every second, blocking any other man from getting close.
He yanked his shirt open, pressing her palm flat against his scorching skin.
Her slender fingers brushed across his abdomen.
The area was sensitive, and as her fingertips grazed his skin, his entire body tensed.
A heavy, ragged exhale escaped from deep within his chest.
"Noreen, look at me, okay?"
"Don't look at anyone else, alright?"
"Only look at me."
For the first time, Noreen fully understood what Claire meant when she insulted Seth.
The man was an absolute seducer.
She admitted she was entirely under his spell.
She couldn't help it; she simply didn't have nerves of steel.
Through the warmth of his skin, she could clearly feel the sharp lines of his muscles and their taut power.
Her cheeks burned, and her fingers curled instinctively.
In doing so, she unexpectedly brushed against a rough, slightly raised texture.
It was a surgical scar on the side of his waist.
Noreen's fingertips trembled violently as if burned. The romantic tension instantly evaporated, replaced by a suffocating grip on her heart.
This scar was left from when he donated his kidney.
Even after five years, it remained incredibly vivid and deep.
Even when Seth loosened his grip on her, she didn't pull her hand away.
She simply stroked the scar gently, terrified of causing him pain.
Her heart melted into a puddle of absolute softness as a bittersweet warmth flooded her eyes.
"...Does it still hurt?"
"No."
A surging tide of emotion filled her chest, rushing up to her eyes and spilling over her lashes.
So that was it.
Just because of a birthday wish.
He had made such a massive sacrifice...
Even her breaths were shaking.
Finally, under Seth's trembling gaze, she pushed him back against the bed.
She lowered her head and pressed a deeply reverent kiss against his scar.
In that instant, it felt as though a jolt of electricity sparked from that old wound, rushing through Seth's entire body.
Overwhelmed by a tidal wave of emotion, he lost all restraint and pulled her up against him.
He dipped his head, capturing her lips in another heavy, claiming kiss.
Perhaps fueled by the alcohol, the blood roared through their veins, and their mingled breaths turned scorching.
It felt as though they would burst into flames at any moment.

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