After a series of deep, breathless kisses, Willow West felt completely drained. Her meticulously applied lipstick had smudged.
It revealed the natural crimson of her lips beneath.
Oddly sensual.
The car had already stopped at the entrance of Monroe Manor.
The grounds were brightly lit, with a steady stream of guests arriving.
The dark green velvet evening gown she had just changed into was now slightly wrinkled.
"Aiden Pierce, can't you exercise a little self-control!"
Willow West murmured, her soft voice laced with dissatisfaction.
Yet it sounded suspiciously like pouting.
'This man... he must have been holding back for way too long!'
'He's only just started... Now, every time he sees me, even a simple kiss can start a wildfire that's impossible to put out.'
Aiden Pierce's lips were pressed against her forehead. His heavy breathing was surprisingly alluring.
"Mmm...
I'll try."
"I'm going! See you tomorrow!"
