hapter 98
Dwayne originally wanted to avoid it, but when he heard her tone that seemed to not want him to come back, he frowned.
He took a step closer, his eyes boldly fixed on her, “This is my home, I come back whenever I want.”
Dorothy instinctively dodged, but the man reached out and pulled her into his arms. Her wet hair clung to her fair skin, and her clear eyes looked even more charming in panic.
The dark brown beauty spot adorned the corner of her eye, displaying a charm that I found irresistible.
His scorching fingertips brushed over that teardrop mole, his Adam’s apple bobbed, calculating, it seemed like it had been a few months since he last touched her.
His burning gaze, which Dorothy knew all too well, made her push him away in a fluster, “That box of stuff is already used up…”
“I bought it,” Dwayne said hoarsely, his palm pressing against her lower back as he buried his head in her neck.
Such ambiguity.
Even Dorothy was scared.
Before she could react, the man took the opportunity to pick her up.
The mattress sank, trapping Dorothy in his arms, his body temperature still like a branding iron, burning her every inch.
Dorothy had a flashback to the first time he touched her.
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