Ose Owen hadn't expected her to wake suddenly, and he was too focused; by the time she opened her eyes, it was too late to withdraw his hand.
He simply furrowed his brow slightly, maintaining the same posture.
"You..." Crossley Gibson began in a hoarse voice but couldn't find the words. The atmosphere between them was extremely ambiguous, with the man's hot breath on her face making her already burning cheeks even hotter.
She wanted to ask what he was doing, but her breath caught, and she just widened her eyes and looked at him.
The man barely moved his thin lips without uttering a word and suddenly pressed down to kiss her lips.
"Mm..." Crossley turned pale all of a sudden, completely unprepared for such a move from him. His actions were forceful and domineering, giving her no room to resist.
