The two, each with their own thoughts, saw themselves in each other's eyes, just themselves, with no room for anyone else.
Valentine Teller had an illusion, as if she already belonged to Mark Reed, and there was no more barrier in her heart.
Her heart was trembling, the hand pushing against his chest was trembling, and her whole body was trembling.
Woosh...
Once again she was defeated by him. She could never resist his dominance, nor his charm, immersing herself in his world.
"Let go of me, I need to go to school."
When she spoke, she realized her voice was terribly hoarse, with a helpless tremor that wasn't her own, so timid it was unfamiliar even to her.
"Come over at noon." His voice was also hoarse, struggling to suppress the desire within him, and even his eyes were reddened.
"I'm not coming! I'd rather die than come. I hate seeing you and would rather never see you again, you bastard, beast, **..."
