Nathan Bolton wrapped his arms around Lorraine Hughes as they went upstairs, "This dress is really hard to take off; let me help you."
Lorraine raised an eyebrow, knowing what he was up to. "Let mom help me instead."
"I'm afraid that's not possible," Nathan diverted her into the walk-in closet, "Mom and Dad took the babies to their house."
Lorraine: ...
So you're afraid people won't know what we're up to up here!
Seriously...
Nathan's hand had already reached for Lorraine's dress, pressing her against the full-length window in the closet, he lowered his head to seal her red lips,
"Belle, you're so smart, you already know what I want to do, right?"
"I think probably everyone knows..."
"Yeah."
Nathan's voice grew huskier as he continued to kiss her regardless.
Behind her was the cold mirror.
In front, was his burning body.
It was exhilarating.
Unlike before when she was in a daze, this time Lorraine was very lucid.
She was carried all the way back to the bedroom.
