Kris Cooper's nerves were stretched to their breaking point.
"If you touch me again, I'm really going to act on it."
He was a man, and the woman he loved most was in his arms. Such a stimulus was a temptation no man could resist, especially since she was the one initiating it.
Before he could finish speaking, her lips were already brushing against his earlobe.
Hearing his words, Vera's heart skipped a beat.
He… did he mean that he hadn't intended… that she had misunderstood him?!
Frantically, she tried to pull away, but his arms tightened, drawing her close as he lowered his head to kiss her face…
She instinctively grasped his shoulders, and his gentle voice sounded beside her ear.
"Don't be nervous, Vera. I'll be gentle; I won't hurt you."
…
"Don't be nervous, Vera. I'll be gentle; I won't hurt you."
…
His voice echoed in her mind, a persistent refrain. A hazy image flashed before her eyes—a mirror reflecting two entwined figures…
