"Honey, I love you."
Her words made Robert Thomson's heart skip a beat. He looked down to see her eyes shining like stars, her lips slightly parted, still bearing the trace of a smile. For some reason, just this one sentence made his breath hitch, and his heartbeat pound like a drum. He suddenly leaned down and kissed her lips.
The gentle, crackling flames ignited, and this one kiss seemed to start the fire. Pregnant women were prone to intensified sensations, and he had been holding back for a long time. In the dim night, they couldn't see much, only each other's eyes—the rest unimportant, just them.
He began to lift her nightdress, his hand brushing her slender leg. Suppressing his impulsive desires, he just touched the edge of her underwear—
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door!
Both of them were startled, unsure what was happening. Robert, panting softly, took a moment to suppress his frustration before calling out hoarsely, "Who is it?"
