Christine Quinn was instantly furious, her face flushing even redder. "Skyler Jones, you pervert… I haven't even said I plan to forgive you yet and you already want to… want to…" Christine was so worked up her face was burning. She couldn't curse him out, so she went with hitting instead, swinging her little fists and putting up a constant struggle.
Skyler Jones suddenly grabbed Christine Quinn's restless hands, lowered his body so that his straight nose was almost touching hers. His clean masculine scent wrapped around her as he said in a very serious tone, "Where is your mind going… What I want is for you to forgive me, so we can get back together."
Seeing that wicked curl at the corner of Skyler Jones's lips, Christine finally realized she'd fallen into his trap. Her face grew even more flushed with embarrassment and anger. "Let go of me, let go…"
Skyler Jones pressed down even more, pinning Christine Quinn's hands, lowering his lips until they were almost touching hers…
