Leah Sinclair's gaze fell on the lipstick stain on his white shirt, and a dull ache pulsed in her heart. "Not today."
Asher Keating frowned. "Reason."
"...I just don't want to."
"Do you think you have a choice?"
Asher grabbed her by the head and kissed her. Leah refused to open her mouth. He kissed her forcefully, but he couldn't part her lips. Finally, in a fit of desperation, Leah bit him, drawing blood.
Asher Keating hissed and let her go. He licked the spot she had bitten, tasting blood. He let out a humorless laugh. "Leah Sinclair, you'd better explain yourself."
With her eyes red, Leah Sinclair refused to speak. Asher Keating had been on edge all night, and seeing her like this only made him more agitated. "Have I been spoiling you too much these past few days? Is that why you're starting to get picky with me?"
"I don't want you kissing me right after you've kissed someone else... It makes me...uncomfortable."
