A Love Rekindled (Nancy and Bruce) novel Chapter 32

I panicked and lost my strength. Bruce immediately took advantage of the situation and wriggled his way in.

I was discouraged and looked up at him, asking, "Mr. Harold, do you think that this is appropriate?"

He did not speak. His brow was knitted in frustration as he pulled at his tie.

This was an unusual sight.

Outside the door, Caroline's voice came closer and closer. "Nance, are you asleep?"

I pinched my brow and forced myself to be alert. I gestured to Bruce to hide behind the door.

My fingers had just alighted on the doorknob when he reached out a hand and covered mine with his.

His sleeves were rolled up, revealing his lean arms. His palms felt burning hot.

"Nance." His voice was low and deep in my ear. "Aren't we close?"

He was crazy.

Was Bruce not afraid of making a commotion at all?

I looked up at him in frustration and did not make a sound.

In the silence, I suddenly felt a tightening arm around my waist, and suddenly I was pulled into his embrace.

There was only a thin layer of material between us, and I could clearly feel his muscled arm around my waist.

He was tense.

I struggled, but could not stand firm and lost my balance.

Bruce bent down and met my eyes. He seemed to be in a trance as he asked, "Aren't we close?"

His hot breath blew on the tip of my nose, and I could smell a strong whiff of alcohol blowing onto my face.

I looked away, but all I felt was a warm sensation on my face. Bruce had cupped my face in his hands.

"Answer me."

"We are not close." Anger flared up in me and I clenched my teeth as I said, "Bruce, we…"

His kiss descended on me and swallowed the words I was about to say.

I reached out to stop him, but he held my arms in a vice-like grip and raised them above my head.

His kiss seemed to envelope me like a warm wave, and his face flickered in my vision. He was so aggressive that I did not know how to respond.

In my dreams, Bruce bit my tattoo gently, just like he had a long time ago. He called my name over and over again.

Alcohol was really a great thing.

The noise of my ringtone pulled me out of my dreams. I opened my eyes to unfamiliar surroundings, and I became alert at once.

But the moment I became alert, I felt helpless.