Jasmine Yale raised her head amidst the misty fog of the bathroom.
She was very close to Sylvan Cheney, close enough to see the flickering glimmer in his eyes.
She hadn't misheard him; he was speaking to her.
He was saying, be with him.
A few droplets of water clung to Jasmine's long eyelashes, and with a blink, they fell.
Sylvan seemed to sigh.
Stretching out his hand, he pushed her against the wall, and a hot, wet kiss landed on her.
He kissed her lips, forcefully grinding, nipping, and nibbling.
This sudden kiss left Jasmine stunned for a few seconds. By the time she processed what was happening, he had deepened the kiss, savoring her unique scent.
Jasmine propped herself up against the bathtub, just managing to stop herself from collapsing.
But half of her clothes were soaked!
"Mmm..."
The kiss was long and warm.
Like a persistent drizzle, incessantly entangling.
The bathroom was filled with looming white fog.
After a while, Sylvan was the one who ended the kiss.
