His white shirt was spotless, his eyes half-lidded as he leaned down to kiss her, every movement steeped in raw sensuality.
Bonnie's lipstick smudged onto his lips. Her throat worked as her slender fingers brushed the corner of his mouth, murmuring, "It got on you…"
He glanced down, then lowered his eyes with a faint smile.
Bonnie's heart skipped a beat.
Derek ignored it, simply tilting her chin up to kiss her again. "Did it?"
She had no words to describe him like this. At that moment, he radiated such devastating allure, beautiful to the point of wickedness.
It made her heart race.
And she thought, why hadn't she accepted him earlier? How much time had they wasted?
The mirror fogged slowly, blurring the shapes of their entwined figures.
Past midnight, the living room lay dark, lit only by the faint glow of the television. Derek reclined lazily on the sofa, his expression unbothered, posture relaxed.
