Richelle Dunn felt like a little rabbit playing around in her chest, making her heart race.
For a moment, she forgot to breathe, only feeling his lips gently caressing her own, soft and warm, with a faint tea fragrance.
Although it was just a light touch, she seemed to feel his inner restraint and desire from it.
Richelle's heart ached. She wondered if she should just give in to him.
However, before the collapse of her psychological defenses, Roy Lewis left her lips.
Even so, his face remained very close to her, his profound eyes gazing affectionately at her. His fingertips, with fine calluses, gently rubbed her delicate cheeks, each stroke full of infatuation and indescribable emotions.
Richelle indulged in his tenderness. The remaining trace of reason in her mind wanted to question him. How could he break his word? Didn't he say he would wait for her?
"You... "
Roy Lewis didn't give her a chance to question, bowing his head and pecking her lips heavily.
