The Islet Mystery 11

Shiela stiffened as she heard a screeching sound and saw the door moving inwardly. Ryan still held her lips captive in a possessive kiss, and she quickly pushed him away. Yet, instead of stepping back, her eyes got wide when he tightened his hold at her nape, instead,  and placed another hand on her shoulder blade. He withdrew his mouth for a tick of a second, only to delve hers again in a deeper kiss. It took him a long while before he stopped and turned to see who was at the door while Shiela felt she melted in shame at being caught.

"Jane," Ryan called her out, but Jane remained standing at the doorway and did not move. Her eyes were wide and locked at them, but her expression was of a massive shock. It took her second call before she realized she had been called and had been staring at them, and it seemed she didn't know what to say.

"Jane?" Ryan called out her name again, and she stuttered when she finally opened her mouth to speak.