"Thomas Shannon, it's too fast... How long has it been since we met?"
"When you meet the right person at the right time, what you need to do is seize the time to secure him, let him bear your label, got it?"
Thomas Shannon coaxed gently, "So, how long we've known each other isn't the core issue, the core issue is our compatibility."
"In the end, you just want me to marry you." Sophie Sullivan said crossly, swinging her rosy fists and hitting his chest twice.
What right time and right person, she hasn't even had the time to verify, how does she know Thomas Shannon is the right person for her?
"Don't you want to get married?" Thomas Shannon pinched the soft flesh on her waist, causing her to gasp for air and angrily bite his neck.
Thomas Shannon laughed out of anger, "Little rascal, let go."
Sophie was unexpectedly obedient, rarely so compliant as to let go and raised her hand to wipe the gleaming saliva off his neck.
