I wonder how she’s been living in the past two years. Does she bleed out every time there’s a storm? Is her condition so painful that she’d curl up on the bed alone, shivering each time?
Who was there to warm her up when I wasn’t there?
“What are you thinking about?”
Charlotte kept leaning into his embrace, clinging onto him as though she was an octopus.
“Do you want to feel warmer?” Zachary was starting to feel his heart fluttering by her actions.
“Yes…” She buried her face in his neck and indulged herself in his scent.
He suddenly rolled over and pinned her beneath him before kissing her gently on her lips.
This kiss was unlike all the previous kisses. It was as gentle as dewdrops landing on flower petals but also passionate and even a little cautious at the same time.
The rational part of Charlotte told her that this was dangerous, but her body was accepting it instinctively and was even playing along with him.
She found it weird that her body liked being so close to him and that it wasn’t in control by her brain.
Every time he hugged her, kissed her, or even when they were doing something more intimate, her brain would tell her to fight back. Even so, her body couldn’t help but reciprocate his gestures and would even want more.
Right then, Zachary slowly deepened the kiss as his hand moved downwards from her shoulder. An electrifying sensation ran across her skin wherever his hand was.
Charlotte seemed to have melted into his arms as she accepted his kiss. Both her arms were wrapped weakly around his waist, and she shut her eyes, enjoying his affectionate touch.
The room was becoming increasingly hotter, and her body was also slowly becoming warmer.
Zachary had achieved his goal.
However, his lust was just like a trapped beast clamoring, as though it was about to lose control soon.
The man tried his best to control himself and rolled over reluctantly. He took her in his arms but didn’t touch her any further.
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