Like a startled deer, Samantha Tate's body flinched, pushing against Carson Flores's chest, creating a small distance between herself and Landen Gilliam, and at the same time, her hand pressed down on Carson's.
Carson stopped moving.
He looked down into Samantha Tate's eyes, his gaze inquisitive.
Samantha Tate dared not look into Carson's eyes because she feared that if she did, her already wavering will would completely collapse.
With an inward sigh, Carson's eyes slowly cooled off, and he withdrew his hand, turned over, and rolled to the side.
Perhaps if he had persisted a bit more, Samantha Tate would have agreed, but since she had shown resistance, Carson was reluctant to do anything against her heart's wishes.
Samantha Tate sighed a breath of relief, her slight resistance having drained all her willpower.
God knows how difficult it was for her to make that move, for in her dreams, she had experienced it countless times, longing for it for so long.
