Lissy noticed that his hair was also slightly wet. Was it sweat... or perhaps the drizzle outside had dampened his hair?
Before she could ponder further, John Fame had already wrapped one arm around her waist and steadied the back of her head with his other hand. He quickly turned her around and pressed her against the wall, then bent down to kiss her.
His mouth tasted of black coffee, bitter and harsh.
Lissy was pressed against the wall by John, unable to move.
"John... here, this is... outside..."
She barely managed to catch her breath and squeezed out a few words, expressing her disagreement.
John didn't let go of her; he just kept moving towards the doorway, supporting her. He kicked open the slightly ajar door, pushed her in, and then kicked the door shut with his heel.
What did it matter if they were outside? Who would dare to say anything?
He simply wanted to comply with her, whatever she said was the rule.
