The shower was never turned off, soaking both of them completely, and in this cramped space, the temperature kept rising, making the surrounding air become scorching.
Under his kiss, her rationality gradually began to crumble, and she almost couldn't stand steadily.
Her mind was filled with just one word: fuck.
In both senses of the word.
When it was over, he carried her back to the bed, and her reason returned, leaving her too furious to even want to acknowledge him.
Even as he helped dry her off and blew her hair, she didn't give him a glance.
Durrell Landon showered quickly and, upon coming out, found her still maintaining that posture. Understanding he'd gone too far earlier, he lowered his demeanor:
"Still angry? Wasn't it you who suspected me of fooling around and having a child outside? I was just trying to prove to you that I'm only interested in you."
Upon hearing this, Quiana Sutton finally turned around to glare at him intensely:
