No! He wasn't allowed to do that. Who the heck did he think he was?
Without having a second thought, I jolt out of bed while using the back of my palm to clean my lips. I didn't care if it hurt him, he shouldn't have kissed me to start with.
"Why did you do that?" I asked, only for a smile to be formed on his face, flashing his set of white teeth into view.
"You look so much like her when you are angry. I like it. I said I will help you remember me, then that is what I am doing. You need to get used to it."
". . ."
Get used to it? Get used to kissing a male who wasn't my husband? That was never going to be possible, never!
At that point, guilt began to envelop me, how will Dav feel when he gets to know that I had key another male kiss me?
