Simione almost couldn't rebut Hawk's words as her insides were twisting, especially when just then, Hawk's fingers slid through her waist, touching her so intimately.
However, she charged all she could to push all the feelings aside. Wanting to keep her posture and pride, she chuckled sarcastically. "So you are trying to say rushing a wedding is just a backwash of your rejection?"
Hawk only smirked at this and dragged his face closer to Simione to brush his lips on her cheeks, occasionally putting feather-like kisses on it. He was inhaling her scent which ran so refreshingly addicting in his nostrils. Then he grabbed her waist hard and pressed her to him, feeling all her warmth which he had been dying to have ever since he woke up in the hospital without her.
