A kiss landed on her lips.
Suzanne Trent was completely unaware in her sleep, only feeling her body gradually getting warmer, hotter, somewhat out of breath, as if she was being tightly embraced and bound by strong arms.
It wasn't until the man's breath swept through the gap between her teeth.
She, unaccustomed, softly hummed twice.
The man on top of her tensed up at her humming.
A deep, almost sealing kiss.
It gradually deepened.
The temperature of her cheeks and her body instinctively rose higher and higher. The man seemed to forcefully calm himself for a while before eventually having to get up and back off to avoid losing control completely.
Suzanne's neckline was slightly open, and she turned over in a daze, continuing to sleep.
There was a faint reddish mark on her neck that she was unaware of...
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Los Angeles, police station.