The fleeting, soft warmth from his lips felt like poison seeping into her bones.
After it happened, William’s mind went completely blank.
His heart raced, and for a moment, his thoughts came to a complete halt, as if an electric jolt had run through him.
In just that second, his breath quickened.
"Grace, look at me. Do you know who I am?"
Suddenly, irritation flooded him, and he gritted his teeth as he stared at the woman still soundly asleep beneath him.
Grace frowned.
In her drowsy state, she mumbled helplessly, "Alright, don’t be angry, be good."
Her soft lips brushed his again, pressing against him once more.
This time, the blood rushed to his head.
Seeing her pull away, William’s grip tightened, his hand firmly wrapping around her slender waist.
He yanked her back!
"Ouch—"
