It was true. For the past month, with Jude Sheffield constantly tagging along, Lucas Lockwood's advances had always been cut short.
She couldn't help but laugh out loud at the memory of his dark expression on those occasions.
Lucas Lockwood's hand tightened on her waist. "You're still laughing..."
Before he could finish, Josie Quinn tilted her head up and kissed him.
Sensing her move, he immediately lowered his head and captured her lips.
The kiss was as domineering as a conqueror claiming his territory, yet filled with tenderness.
After a month of life-or-death battles, their repressed emotions surged forth like a bursting dam.
Under the dim yellow light, their tightly embraced forms cast a wavering silhouette on the dust-covered tile wall.
Their heavy breaths wove together, creating the most secret and scorching symphony imaginable amidst the ruins.
