Swapping a Broken Heart for a New Start novel Chapter 643

It was late—one of those inky-blue nights with the moon spilling soft silver light, painting the balcony and the two figures tangled together on it.

The kiss between Camila Davis and Dennis Williams was nothing short of electric.

When it finally broke, Camila sagged into Dennis’s arms, her legs so wobbly she nearly melted to the floor.

God, could she be more embarrassing?

Why did she always lose her cool with him whenever they kissed? Wasn't she supposed to be the grown-up here?

And another thing—was this guy really as inexperienced as he claimed? Because every time they kissed, he seemed to get better. A lot better. Like, suspiciously so.

She tilted her head back to peer up at him. “So, you told me you’ve never been in a relationship before… but what about kissing?”

Dennis’s usually reserved face was tinged with a faint flush, his dark eyes glinting with a mischievous spark.

He raised an eyebrow. “First kiss was with you, too. Why? Having doubts?”

Camila mumbled, “It’s just… you’re really good at this. Like, unfairly good.”

She felt like she was always the one left breathless, outmatched.

Dennis let out a low laugh, clearly amused. “Guess I’m just a fast learner. And when you’re with someone you like, you want to get it right, you know? Judging by your reaction, I must be doing okay.”

If he hadn’t said anything, maybe she could have kept her composure. As it was, her cheeks went up in flames, and she buried her face in his chest, mumbling, “You wish.”

“Oh, really?” Dennis grinned. “Guess I need more practice, then.”

He trailed his long fingers lightly down her neck, his voice husky in her ear. “So, Miss Davis, care to help a newbie out?”

Before she could protest, he tipped her chin up and kissed her again—deeper this time, until her whole world was just him: the sharp line of his jaw, the heat of his hands, the way he looked at her like she was the only person on earth.

“No way,” she protested, mortified. “You can’t just carry me in there like a little kid!”

Dennis leaned in, voice gentle but firm. “Camila, you know what’s best for Lillian? Seeing her parents happy together. That’s what she needs most right now. If we hide how we feel, it’ll just make her anxious. We have a real family now—let’s show her what that means.”

His words made her pause. He was right, and she knew it. Lillian’s biological dad, Jordan, had barely shown her any affection, and it had hurt her deeply. Dennis had stepped in, giving Lillian the love and safety she craved—even before he and Camila were really together.

Now that they were, why pretend? Kids needed to see what love looked like.

With that, Camila stopped squirming and looped her arms around Dennis’s neck. “Do you think, if we keep this up, Lillian will really be okay?”

Dennis chuckled softly. “You spend every day with her—you tell me. Hasn’t she been happier lately?”

Camila thought about it. The change was obvious. Lillian was lighter, brighter, more like any other little girl—especially when Dennis was around.

She nodded, a shy smile tugging at her lips as Dennis carried her off, ready to face their future together, as a real family.