Arnold Simmons lowered his voice, a teasing tone sneaking in, "If he doesn't want you, be with me, I'll treat you better."
The young girl seemed unable to recognize him. Her eyes weren't fully opened, and she stared at him fixedly.
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a pang of unease. He felt as if he was trying to corner himself.
He thought he should let it go, but to his surprise, the young girl responded, "That might not be impossible."
Still, that sweet and soft voice of hers could kill him at any moment with the words it produced.
He fastened the last button of the garment on the woman in his arms, and looking at her increasingly bright red lips, he wanted nothing more than to bite them.
But in the end, he just didn't have the heart. He moved, his slightly cold lips meeting her hot cheek.
