"But..."
"There's no 'but'!" Robert Thomson shook his head, cutting her off, "Are you afraid that I won't marry you? Don't worry, I'm the only one who can decide on my own marriage!"
Emma Smith was on the verge of tears - not because she was worried about not being able to marry Robert, but because she worried about marrying him.
However, perhaps owing to Robert's usual high opinion of himself, he always seemed to think that no woman could escape his charm. In his eyes, there was only him choosing women, never an option for them to reject him.
"You don't need to worry." Seeing her panicked expression, he was even more pleased. He reached out a finger, gently brushed her lips, rubbed her soft lip corners, and the tender touch delighted him. He quickly replaced his finger with his lips, gently pressing them onto hers, lightly rubbing and tasting.
