He quietly held her in his arms, his large hand constantly playing with her hair.
He looked down at the woman in his embrace, a hint of tenderness in his eyes.
Tonight, she truly had been wronged.
His lips kissed her forehead, then her nose, and finally, her small lips.
And so, Sophie Smith nearly succumbed again to his sweet and passionate kiss.
"I won't let you do this again next time." Had he been more rational today, he would have pushed her away.
"Asher Land, I'm fine." She smiled faintly, "I'm your woman, isn't it natural for me to do these things?"
Asher Land's body couldn't help but tremble lightly; was he hearing things?
"What did you just say? Say it again!" His eyes slowly filled with eagerness and impatience.
"I, Sophie Smith, am your woman, Asher Land. I'm willing to do whatever makes you happy and comfortable."
He felt his heartbeat disrupted by her words. Hearing her say this, the feeling was indescribable.
