"..." Cherish Turner was similarly flustered, weakly grasping his suit jacket.
She glanced out of the window and saw a disheveled woman with flushed cheeks and a dazed look in her eyes. Was that really herself?
She suddenly hated herself for being like this. She knew she shouldn't be, but her body desired him so much.
"I take back what I said that day, I shouldn't have said I had no interest in you..." He suddenly blurted out, somewhat incoherently.
The darkness in her eyes seemed to crack slightly with that statement.
That day, he had almost taken her, but had cruelly said he had no interest in her. Suddenly, all her grievances crumbled in an instant. It only took a word from him to destroy her.
Just like now, he could always effortlessly make her feel so lost. His large palm still rested on her back, the warmth of his touch seeped into her heart.
"..." She suddenly felt the urge to cry, feeling so helpless.