This dream was too real, so real that it almost took her breath away.
Just as Summer Shawcross closed her eyes tight, tormented by the images in her mind, a large hand suddenly gripped her chin forcefully.
"Summer Shawcross, open your mouth and breathe!" Noah Drexler's tense command suddenly rang out.
Those sharp eyes were fixed on her now flushed face from holding her breath, his handsome face turning ashen!
Did she want to suffocate herself to death?
Just because he told her Sean Shawcross was dead?!
The man's voice finally pulled Summer's thoughts back, and when she opened her eyes, she was met with Noah Drexler's angry gaze.
She hesitated for a moment, the pressure of his fingers forced her lips apart.
Only then did Summer's mind finally clear somewhat, just as she was about to inhale, the man suddenly lowered his head.
His thin lips descended upon hers, a warm breath transferring from his lips into her mouth.
