He didn't take action, and Summer Sutton was once again frustrated.
She kissed him with some insistence, her hand slowly slid towards the buttons of his shirt, and then ventured inside.
Her soft hand stroked his chest, her palm gently brushed over his solid muscles, and when it reached his chest, Summer's palm lingered there for quite a while.
Although his face showed no reaction to her actions, she could feel his heartbeat racing.
Just like those countless nights when Adrian Walyon lay on her...
Summer's thoughts grew dim as she pondered.
She slowly raised her face, examining him closely, staring at his masked face for a long time.
Watt Bennet's gaze met hers, watching her slowly blurred eyes, seeming to stall for a moment, a faint crack appeared in his otherwise calm gaze.
Summer Sutton's hand kept struggling, gripping the sofa beneath her for some time, torn between continuing her attempt to remove his mask and waiting for the day he'd willingly reveal his face to her.
