'Who asks for permission before a kiss?'
The hot breath by her ear sent a tingling numbness through her, making her go limp.
Zoe Pierce steeled herself, set the controls to autopilot, and seeing that it wouldn't cause any delays, she turned, grabbed Miles Sherman's collar, and crushed her lips against his.
After a few tangled seconds, she pulled her flushed lips away. "Miles Sherman, don't provoke me like this..."
'Who could hear that low, breathy voice in their ear and possibly say no?'
His unique gentleness was on full display.
When she looked at Miles Sherman again, she saw his neck was red where she'd grabbed him. Now, after her kiss, his thin lips were a deep, ripe red, and his eyes glistened with moisture.
'Why does it look like I'm the one who bullied him?'
"Be good..."
Zoe Pierce felt she'd made a mistake. 'I never should have let Miles Sherman keep calling me that.'
Now, his unusually hoarse voice sent a jolt like an electric current through her.
