Sophia Wilson hurriedly packed up her jars and bottles, turned around, and prepared to leave, only to see Oscar Moreland blocking the bathroom doorway, catching her off guard.
"Move." Sophia walked past him, but Oscar showed no intention of stepping aside, prompting her to frown in displeasure as she spoke.
Oscar stepped forward sharply, forcing Sophia to retreat a step.
The displeasure on her face deepened as she sidestepped, intent on bypassing him.
Oscar extended an arm to block her path and, in one fluid movement, pulled her into an embrace by the shoulder. Sophia struggled. "Oscar! How old are you? Still playing these childish games?"
Without a word, Oscar lowered his head and kissed her on the lips.
Sophia was both embarrassed and furious. Here she was, nearing her senior years, and she was still being forcibly kissed by this man. Struggling to push him away, the bottles and jars in her arms clattered to the ground with a cacophony of sounds.
