When the kiss finally ended, Morrison brushed his thumb over her flushed lips, his gaze dark as he warned her,
"Say something to piss me off again, and I'll punish you the same way."
"Shameless!"
Lilian pushed him away, snatching up her bag as she made for the door.
"I'm tired. I'm going back to rest."
The truth was, she just didn't want to stay with him any longer—at least not right now. She wasn't inexperienced; she'd felt his… reaction during that kiss, and it had made her cheeks burn. So she quickly used fatigue as her excuse.
And the moment she said she was tired, Morrison didn't hesitate. He drove them both back to the hotel for some rest.
Of course, each went to their own room. At times like this, even if he wanted her, Morrison would never press for more. He believed that one day, she would come to him willingly.
By the time his photoshoot wrapped up that afternoon, the two of them were already on their way back to Burg Eltz.
