“Get your dirty hands off me!”
Andrea coils her legs against Lance’s chest, but she doesn’t use much force because of his back wound. It’s easy for Lance to grab her wildly waving hands. He holds her tightly and his familiar smell envelops her. Gently, he kisses every inch of her body.
Andrea was prepared for rough s*x, but Lance’s gentleness surprises her and makes her melt. He is as tender as if he’s cherishing a priceless and fragile treasure. His eyes are soft too as he caresses her wet hair and gently kisses her forehead and cheek. He knows she doesn’t love him, but it doesn’t stop him from loving her.
“So what if she doesn’t love me back? I already gave her my heart,” he thinks,
“Nothing will stop me from loving her and trying to get inside her world.”
Faint light comes in thro
