Her fragrant scent wafted into his nose, her soft body pressed against his, some fire, impossible not to ignite.
Mark Reed kissed Valentine Teller like a madman.
He wanted to vent all his hatred, all his longing, ravaging her lips until they were red and swollen.
Valentine Teller was furious and pushed him away with all her strength: "Why are you doing this, Mark Reed, I hate you, I hate you to death!"
The air in her chest burst out, and with a loud shout, all the lights came on, dazzling them so they couldn't open their eyes. After a moment of adjustment, they looked at each other again.
"You clearly love me, yet you say you hate me. Is denial a woman's nature?"
Mark Reed pinched Valentine Teller's chin, glaring at her fiercely.
He was like a hungry wolf, wanting to devour her whole.
"I don't… I absolutely don't… love you…" Valentine Teller's heart trembled violently.
The lights went out again, and not seeing his face, perhaps was better, at least it wasn't so painful.
