Her scent was unique, like flowers blooming in spring, fresh and natural.
Whenever he got close to her, he would react.
Joan Harry avoided him: "Go out, I want to sleep."
"Sleep? Are you inviting me?" Jesse Rowan pressed forward, his body against Joan Harry's.
Joan Harry retreated step by step until she backed into a corner, with no way out.
Her back against the cold wall, she looked at Jesse Rowan with despair.
The man before her... still looked quite young, his fair face bearing a mischievous look, his eyebrows slightly raised, his eyes gleaming with an inscrutable luster.
Though he was two years younger than her, the disparity in strength between men and women was large; she was no match for him.
Jesse Rowan pressed her against the wall, leaned down, and kissed her neck.
She had just taken a shower, carrying the scent of her body wash around her neck, a fragrance potent enough to trigger every nerve in a man.
