Walter Schmidt's voice was completely husky, low and magnetic, seductively sexy to the utmost degree.
Emily Stone's mind was in utter chaos, subconsciously gripping the lapels of the man's military uniform, her petite body trembling ceaselessly.
"Walter..." Her heart pounded violently inside her chest, and even though she was naive, Emily realized that she might have misunderstood his intentions. He said he didn't want to be friends with her, yet he kissed her. Could it be that he...
Even though Emily was hesitant to venture there, the man's lips were still pressed against hers, his scorching breath caressing her skin and kindling anticipation within her, little by little.
"...Walter, could you really fall for me?" Emily finally managed to ask, the words sticking in her throat as she nervously stared at the man's handsome face, so close to her own.