He didn't think that she would have entered his room on her own initiative, looking sullen. That was the only reason he drank the wine the woman next to him served.
He abandoned all of his previous plans, for, at that moment, he knew how much he had been missing her.
If she was happy, he could endure solitude, but she was alone, wandering like a shadow on the ancient streets. Her thin figure made his heart ache, and he could not wait any longer as he'd told her, and he didn't want to leave her by her lonesome.
Irish was frightened by his boldness. Without saying a word, she only looked at him. Joseph's heart was softened, and he bowed his head and kissed her again, but this time his kiss became bold and aggressive, nearly crushing her lips. He moved down to her chin, a delicate kiss stretching down her neck to her sexy collarbone.
"Joseph..." Her voice was squeezed out of her throat in tiny bits and pieces.
