Faye's long, powerful arms pulled her back into an embrace, his chin resting on her forehead, and she could feel his tenderness at that moment.
But it made her eyes turn fiercely red, tears welling up.
Her hands pushed against his body, desperately trying to push him away: "Faye, don't touch me anymore…"
Her strength was too weak to move him at all. She feared that her hard-won resolve would crumble in an instant.
Her voice choked and trembled: "I'm begging you, don't touch me anymore!! Isn't it enough yet? Do you want to do it again?"
In the past, she had protested too, but it was more of a disguised coquettishness.
What was wrong today?
Faye looked at her and released her: "Tessa…"
