Rachel's heart pounded fiercely, the warmth of Kingsly's body making her tremble.
He pinned her down, slowly lowering his head, his gaze fixed on her slightly panting, moist red lips. His lips slowly descended...
Their issues were still unresolved; she couldn't be with him like this...
"You can't do this."
She turned her head to the side.
Kingsly's kiss didn't land.
Then, he gently grasped her chin, his dominance mixed with a hint of tenderness.
He turned her face to look at him, his handsome features showing restraint as he whispered, "I thought this would help us communicate better."
"..."
"These past few days, I've realized what you're missing inside, but I didn't know how to alleviate your concerns until now..." Kingsly looked at her tenderly.
"..." She gazed at him, her breathing still uneven. "You..."
