They fought for air, and just before they were on the verge of suffocating, Annabelle felt every sense in her body become hypersensitive, her dependency on Kendrick growing stronger.
When he brought her up for air, her face was flushed, and she gasped, "You're crazy!"
"Don't like it?" He grinned, his smile mischievous.
Annabelle’s face grew even redder. She turned her head, burying her face against the stone table, determined to ignore him.
Kendrick, however, wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and kissed her neck.
"Kendrick, you need to control yourself; someone might see us."
Annabelle was a little panicked. Despite their previous agreement to refrain from intimacy until her health was clear, she still found it embarrassing to kiss or hug in such an open place.
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