How dare she frown at him? How dare she back away? He would not let her have her way!
Her actions stung his heart, like being stripped of his clothes in the freezing snowy world, leaving him exposed to the biting cold wind, torturing him little by little. He gritted his teeth, though his chest heaved violently, his voice remained eerily calm, "Come here."
With just those two simple words, Emma Smith looked down at the cigarette in his hand and didn't move.
The room was quiet until Robert Thomson called out again, "Come here!"
This time, his voice raised slightly, revealing his impatience and a concealed pain.
But she didn't hear his pain, only his urgency. She hesitated for a moment then finally walked over. She removed the cigar from his hand and put it out in an ashtray, "Smoking too much is bad—"
Before she could finish, her waist was suddenly gripped tightly by him, and with a tug, she fell into his embrace!
