Richelle Dunn, a novice in love, felt her mind suddenly go blank as if something exploded in her head.
Roy Lewis's lips were cold, but she felt as if her entire body had been placed on fire, her blood seemingly boiling in an instant.
She gripped the clothes on his lower back with both hands, nervously. It was clear that, like her, he had no prior experience in relationships.
However, he seemed to possess a natural talent for it. Unlike their previous brief and gentle kisses, this time, it was as if he intended to conquer her. He was not as gentle as before.
Richelle could even feel some pain, but the slight burning sensation did not repel her at all. Instead, it caused her heart to itch. Roy had impulsively kissed her, being overwhelmed by his emotions.
He had intended to stop as quickly as before, but her taste was just too sweet.
In the past, he had thought that those who claimed to miss someone to the extent of feeling separated for three seasons were just bluffing.
