Back then, she liked him, loved him, so she opened her heart, trying to get to know him again, to accept him...
"Olivia..." The man's dark eyes reddened, Ose Owen said nothing, only lowered his head to kiss her, using actions to show her how delighted and moved he was.
Crossley Gibson wrapped her arms around his neck, for the first time responding to him, her heart fluttering wildly, and as they kissed, her face was already covered in tears.
Almost losing control, Crossley's tears poured out like a broken string of pearls, unstoppable.
The man, feeling pained, let her go, wiping the tears on her cheeks with his fingers, yet Crossley smiled with curved lips. Thinking of what he just said, a mischievous glint flashed in her eyes, her long beautiful legs extended, and then she straddled the man.
The woman's soft body leaned against his chest, intentionally or unintentionally rubbing, her small hands wandering over the man's back.
