As the door opened, a chill breeze swept in.
Jasmine Yale was taken aback for a moment, and while she was looking towards the door, Sylvan Cheney closed it once again.
In Jasmine's hands still held chips, feeling as if caught red-handed.
Just as she braced herself for a scolding from him, Sylvan suddenly approached her, his large hand pressing down on her shoulder, and a passionate, lingering kiss landed on her lips.
Jasmine was startled, the chips in her hand "snap" fell to the ground.
Completely unprepared.
Sylvan's lips were cold, but upon pressing against her warm lips, they quickly turned fiery.
He pressed her against the couch, cradling her head in his hands.
This sudden kiss threw Jasmine into a daze, but, she did not smell alcohol on Sylvan.
Besides, this time, he kissed her more forcefully, more invested, more domineering than ever before.
It was as if he wanted to meld her into his very being.
