“That’s good!”
Zachary smiled. At least his identity as a gigolo had made a positive impression on her.
“Let’s go.” Charlotte pushed his hand away lightly.
“I can make you feel even better,” Zachary said quietly as he wrapped a hand around the back of Charlotte’s head and inched closer to her.
“What-” Charlotte got cut off by Zachary’s lips landing on her own.
Zachary’s kisses were as gentle as dewdrops landing on flower petals, showering her with love and affection.
Charlotte was reluctant at first and pushed him away feebly, but she soon melted into his embrace.
She felt strangely familiar with his touch. It was as if her body had already gotten used to him, like her instincts were already tuned in with his.
Thus, she didn’t feel repulsed at all. On the contrary, she wanted even more.
However, Zachary didn’t keep going. He pulled away quickly and caressed her cheek with his large, warm palm. He used his thumb to wipe away the stains next to her mouth, looking at her with a gaze full of tenderness.
Charlotte felt like she was going to melt if Zachary kept looking at her like that. “We must have really been in love back then.”
“We sure were,” Zachary said softly as he pressed his forehead to hers.
“What happened to us?” Charlotte asked in confusion.
“It’s a long story.” Zachary didn’t know how to begin explaining their messy past to her. All he could do was change the subject for now. “I want to take you somewhere.”
“Okay.” Charlotte nodded.
“Aren’t you going to ask me where I’m taking you?” Zachary smirked. “What if I was going to sell you off or something?”
“No one would dare to buy me anyway,” Charlotte rebutted with a cocky raised eyebrow.
“True.”
Zachary started driving.
At the same time, Charlotte could quietly enjoy the nighttime scenery since they were on the highway.
For some odd reason, the bright neon lights and hustle and bustle of the city all seemed so familiar to Charlotte.
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