He suddenly withdrew his hand, feeling Norris Moore wrap herself around him and initiate a kiss on his lips.
She must be crazy!
Did this woman even know what she was doing anymore?
He raised his hand, gripped the back of her neck firmly, and pushed her away while watching this madwoman struggle and gasp in the palm of his hand.
Her hair was messy, spilling onto her shoulders, the moonlight giving her skin a sifted, even, and delicate appearance.
She bit her lip, furiously unseemly, "What are you afraid of touching me for, haven't you touched me before? What are you afraid to show me? Dare to do but not admit?!"
"What do you mean now? Trenton Smith, what do you mean now?! You've made yourself like this, what on earth do you mean!"
His eyes narrowed dangerously as he sat to one side, watching her clench her teeth in fury.
Patience pushed to its limit had finally become impatient, wanton to claim justice for itself.
