Norris Moore was so infuriated that she hit him.
The man chuckled softly, and the vibration coming from his chest made Norris Moore tremble slightly. His hand reached out, grabbed her chin, and his thin lips covered hers, kissing her tenderly.
Norris Moore quickly felt her legs weaken, somewhat unsteady, her arms slipping continuously on the sink, and she softly called out to him in a tender voice, "I don't want this anymore, Trenton Smith."
The man, with his head lowered and biting her earlobe, hummed, "Now is not the time for you to not want it."
Seeing that she really couldn't stand, he stopped, scooped her up, and carried her into the house.
The bathrobe Norris Moore was wearing fell halfway there, messily dropping to the floor, and the man leaned over and pressed down on her, tenderly kissing the corners of her eyes. Norris Moore opened her eyes, looking at the face so close to hers, and complained, "Can you hurry up."
