Trenton Smith looked at her impatient expression, his frustration peaking, then he kissed her lips with a certain ferocity.
He didn't want to admit he was feeling somewhat uneasy.
Things had deviated too much from his original plan, and he couldn't feel at ease even for a day without her.
But he had no choice but to leave.
Looking down at the woman lying below him, pouting like a bullied kitten, he reached out to gently stroke the corner of her lips.
The feeling was strange.
Even holding her in his arms at this moment, he could only sense her growing further and further from him.
Norris Moore looked up at the deep gaze of the man, feeling a wave of nervousness wash over her, and she cautiously said to the man before her, "Could you... stop... please?"
Her voice was soft, filled with a hint of grievance.
Her mind was in chaos, and she thought of a mess. Trenton Smith rolled over her with a complicated expression, hugging her as they lay.
The room was quiet.
