In a matter of mutual consent, where does guilt come in?
This Scarlett Yates...
She's unlike any other woman he's ever been involved with.
His heart has never intensely trembled for any woman, but when he kissed her, his heart was beating so fast, a feeling inexplicable and indescribable was on the brink of expanding from somewhere within him.
He couldn't control this feeling, and even he hadn't figured out exactly what was happening.
What he hated the most was things beyond his control.
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Soon, Scarlett Yates brought over the clean clothes.
She had just helped Matthew Saxon put on his shirt and was about to help him with his pants. As she was holding the corner of the blanket to lift it, Matthew Saxon grabbed her hand: "Leave it, I'll do it myself. Go buy me some wontons now."
Matthew Saxon's voice was a bit hoarse, as if it had been scorched by heat.
The hand grasping Scarlett Yates' wrist was also scorching hot.
