"All those people back then were burned to death by you. Now, whatever happened at that time, only you could tell." Philip Shaw's hands propped on either side of her, "What you say is the absolute truth? A kiss as evidence?"
Aldana rested on the bed and looked at him for a moment as a smile gradually spread across her face.
"You and I both know what a kiss really means." She looked at him and asked, "Philip Shaw, what exactly do you want to refute? That I haven't been touched by others? Or don't you want to admit that you've been sleeping with a ruined girl played by other men for the past few days? If it's the latter, I could accommodate you." She composed herself and looked at him calmly, "Then let's just say I've lied to you. Anyway, I don't have any illnesses, so I won't infect you. You can forget everything I said today."
Her kissing technique was taught by him.
Five years ago, they had spent the entire night entwined, and he knew her skills better than anyone else.
