This side of him made Summer Sutton a bit anxious.
Watt Bennet, however, paid no attention to her hesitation. He braced his arms on either side of her body and leaned down, slowly pressing his lips to hers.
His lips were cold, like the frost gathering on tree branches in the early winter morning, like a chilling breeze, like the northern air, like melting glaciers.
After a light kiss, he suddenly became fierce, like a beast devouring its prey. Summer Sutton could feel his anger towards her in his kiss.
Yet, as the kiss continued, she faintly detected a deep sense of unease and longing.
Had he been terribly worried during this time she was away?
This side of him made Summer Sutton feel a bit heartbroken.
She sighed, her stiff arms slowly rising to wrap around him, pulling him into an embrace.
Burying her face in the crook of his neck, she nuzzled affectionately and held him tightly.
Watt Bennet's kisses seemed to become even more intense.
