"I don't know... I never know what you're thinking..."
Just like his sudden coldness and ruthlessness, or his incredible passion.
Anna Jadwin felt that after falling in love with him, she was trapped between fiery heat and melting ice.
"Anna Jadwin, I love you." He started telling her again and again...
She just looked at him with a dreamy expression as if she was listening to a love song, tears slowly dampening her eyelashes.
Countless "I love you"s, his voice growing hoarser.
Biting down on the lace trim, looking at her delicate skin flushed with a beautiful red...
He couldn't stop himself; all the blood in his body was boiling to the extreme.
He parted her slender legs, winding them around his waist.
"Anna... do you miss me?" His throat tightened with intensity, "How much do you miss me?"
"Get straight to the point..." Anna Jadwin sneered, "Just finish it quickly; I want to sleep."
Wayne Bailey felt like he'd been hit with a stick: "What did you say?"
