Hidden beside the door, Amber was flushed in abashment.
What the hell! She would rather die of thirst than encounter such a scene!
“No… I want more…” Mia sounded beguiling in the darkness. Driven by curiosity, Amber stole a glimpse of them.
Mia raised herself on tiptoe to kiss Liam: “Kiss me longer! A French one…”
Flashed in face, Amber realized she ran into a romantic sex right on the spot. How could Liam withstand such a hot temptation? Anyway, it is perfectly righteous for them to enjoy sex as true lovers.
“Don’t be silly. Aren’t you tired after such a long air trip?” Liam sounded loving and tolerant.
Wondering whether he gave her the French kiss, Amber did not raise her head to probe more. Embarrassment was one of the causes. However, there were some others unknown that disturbed her deep within.
Then Mia murmured something that Amber failed to catch.
When the couple’s footsteps moving towards Liam’s bed room, Amber felt so much relieved. Now, the perfect timing! She lifted her night skirt, tiptoed from the kitchen and darted towards her bedroom.
Sadly, haste makes waste—her arm hit a greenery at the corner.
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