Holly Sinclair blinked and mumbled drowsily, "What are you doing~"
The sound, drawn out by her sleepiness, brushed against the man's heart like a feather.
It was an unbearable, ticklish sensation.
Tristan Sterling's heart nearly melted.
'That coquettish tone of hers...'
'Who could possibly resist that?!'
'He certainly couldn't!'
His brain didn't have time to think. He instinctively leaned in and kissed her soft lips.
'Mhm.'
'While her mind is still fuzzy, I'll just kiss her first and think later.'
Their lips met.
The familiar softness and sweetness struck the man's heart like a hurricane.
Desire, like a beast breaking free from its cage, made him unable to stop.
"Tristan Sterling, what are you— Mmph..."
Holly Sinclair mumbled incoherently. Her mind wanted to resist, but her body was honest.
The more forcefully he kissed her, the softer she became in his arms.
Though he could sense her "surrender," Tristan Sterling still didn't dare to be too brazen.
