She didn't make a sound because she was worried about waking up the two children.
She moved closer, Spencer Sullivan was lying on his side next to Sandra, sleeping soundly and deeply. His thick eyelashes cast a shadow under the light, and his side profile was distinct.
She couldn't help but lean in closer, her warm breath softly touching the man's cheek like a feather, tickling him. The man opened his eyes in a daze, "Hmm?"
He mumbled something, as if he was not awake yet.
Yvonne Young was startled and wanted to retreat, but the man reached out and grabbed her neck, pulling her down with force, "Yvonne."
He spoke softly, revealing the longing that had accumulated over countless days and nights.
His low and hoarse voice, like an electric shock, numbed Yvonne for a moment. He pulled her down, and their lips collided intentionally.
Soft lips clashed, almost producing a bloody taste.
"Um..." Yvonne felt a little pain, she whimpered and glared.
