In the dark, Braden's kiss made Shirley's mind go blank.
She did not want to think too much either. By instinct, she grabbed his collar and said domineeringly, "Just kiss me. You talk too much!"
Then, she kissed him actively...
This was not the first time they were intimate. Last time, they had been more passionate.
It was just that they had been drunk back then and could say they were under the influence of alcohol. This time, they were sober. There would be no excuse if they had sex.
Therefore, the two of them had a tacit understanding. At the last moment, they both stopped.
Against the door, Shirley slid to the carpet. She tidied up her clothes and rubbed her hair in frustration. "Crazy. I must have been crazy just now. Don't take it seriously. It was purely... biological instinct!"
Braden's hoarse voice contained a hint of forbearance. He coughed twice and said, "I understand. It's the same for me. Biological instinct."