William's mind was a chaotic mess, with only Cherish Turner occupying his thoughts.
The two of them squeezed together under the small showerhead, gazing at each other through the dim light and steam in the bathroom.
What kind of sick joke was this? Wasn't he forcing himself on her right now? She was already cornered by him, and in the bathroom corner at that...
"1..."
As he began to count, Cherish started to panic. She should try to stop him, right? But why couldn't she speak up and ask him to stop when no one was covering her mouth?
Cherish, you must be insane!
William's piercing gaze always captured her eyes, taking in her disarray and confusion, but also her anticipation.
"3!" The next second, William's large dark hand began to undo the buttons of her nightgown, removing the unnecessary obstacles on her body.
"Mmm..." Cherish felt that this kiss was heavy, unlike any other time. In between the passionate kisses, she felt like her lips were about to tear apart!
