"Hey, babe, It's getting late and you need to go," Victor told Mimi even though it was three in the afternoon.
She narrowed her gaze at him with suspicion, "Are you chasing me away?"
He laughed nervously, "Of course not!" Victor wasn't stupid enough to admit that. He wasn't ready to die yet in her hands.
Instead, he came up with another strategy and brushed his lips against her, and just like that, she melted into him. Victor had intended to use the kiss as a distraction, to help bring down her defenses, but the sweet kiss turned deeper and urgent.
There was nothing as satisfying as kissing the woman you loved and knowing she felt just the same way as you. Mimi took the lead in the kiss, completely on top of him and dominating the kiss until she made a wrong move and Victor groaned in pain and not pleasure.
"God, I'm so sorry," Mimi got off him in a hurry, guilt crossing her expression.
