"From beginning to end, you are the only woman I've ever had; it was true three years ago, and it is still true now. I haven't touched any other woman, including Gemma Blue..."
The man's words made the woman tremble, and Crossley finally stopped moving. She slowly turned her head to stare at the man's handsome face.
She wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, but she found him exceptionally good-looking, with an expression as gentle as could be.
Her heart raced uncontrollably, and Crossley's breathing began to quicken. After listening to the man's words, she felt as if she were bewitched, and cupped his face with both hands.
She rose on tiptoe and placed a gentle kiss on his lips.
Crossley had no idea what she was doing. When her red lips touched his, both of them froze. The sound of rain outside was loud, yet it seemed as though they could hear each other's intense heartbeat.
