Surrounded by a familiar aura, Ryan Pierce sat on the edge of the sink, his hands grasping the man in front of him for balance.
A tingling sensation hit, and Ryan froze completely.
Seeing her speechless, he leaned in again, this time not just brushing by, but pressed firmly against her without any gap.
Adrian Knight's breath accompanied her ear, Ryan's face turned red, and she tightened her grip on his arm.
Ryan had never been treated like this before; if it were any other man behaving this way without a word, she would definitely be super angry and might even slap him. But the person in front of her was Adrian Knight...
She couldn't refuse...
Ryan leaned on him, afraid of falling off the sink, her voice soft to the point of being almost inaudible, "There won't be a next time..."
"Hmm?"
"There won't be a next time," Ryan repeated, "I wouldn't say this to anyone else, and if I had to, it would only be to you."
The further she spoke, the quieter Ryan's voice became.
