This time, Nathan Moore's kiss was gentle, if only that restless hand hadn't ruined the atmosphere.
"Nathan, get up!" Feeling those distinct knuckles circling around, Titus Zane suddenly pushed away the man who was deeply kissing with passion.
"You help me,"
Three words, carrying an obvious huskiness, and Nathan's obsidian-like eyes were also a deep red, he gasped heavily, "Uncomfortable."
Titus Zane...
She wasn't sure if a man really suffered when he desired comfort but was not given any, yet—
"This is a hospital, you know, there are so many people outside!"
How embarrassing it would be if someone saw them!
Whether it was Nathan's urgency to process Olivia Zane's discharge papers or Titus Zane's reminder that really worked, he pecked Titus Zane's lips as if in spite, "Then help me with it tonight."
And then he sat up.
Titus Zane...
She didn't expect this man to be so agreeable, still lying on the seat, batting her eyelashes.
