Grasping her wrists, gently pressing them beside her head to prevent her from hurting her hands again, Abel unceremoniously claimed her lips and tongue.
In this regard, Betty was certainly not his match. Add to that her frail body, lacking his strength, and after a brief struggle, all she could do was pant heavily and let him have his way.
After a long while, Abel finally lifted his face, breathing heavily.
He gently pecked her on the corner of her lips, slightly raised his face, and gazed at her, unusually deep and serious.
"Betty, now... do you believe me?"
Betty swallowed, silent.
Everything just now was a ruse, but his sadness, his tears were real.
She'd seen plenty of girls cry, but men crying, Betty hadn't seen much, especially a man crying for her; it was the first time she'd seen that.
To say she wasn't touched, to say she wasn't pleased... that would be a lie for sure.
But...
"Where did you go just now?" She pouted and asked.
