Amelia pressed the man's wrists, looking down at him for a few seconds, finally realizing something was wrong.
Her fuzzy awareness instantly cleared, and after realizing their indecent posture, her face flushed, and she reflexively tried to shrink back.
As a result, the man beneath her felt more and more uncomfortable.
"Flirting and then running away?"
Daniel Cooper's voice was hoarse and tinged with laughter, his big hand gripping her waist, refusing to let go. He stared straight into her eyes, his gaze deep.
Amelia understood the meaning in his eyes, and her face turned even redder. Biting her lip, she glared at him, "Who's flirting with you? Let go."
He was thoroughly amused by her awkward performance, and his grip grew even stronger, holding her still. He raised his neck to kiss her.
His response was too straightforward, and Amelia clumsily resisted, pushing his head back onto the pillow, "You said you wouldn't touch me before the divorce."
