A woman will never understand what the consequences are of driving in front of a man who loves you deeply, loves you to the bone.
Eliana Beckett was soaking in the hot spring early, her body emanating a scent unique to women. Most importantly, the thin clothes had become soaked with water, clinging to her skin, revealing everything distinctly. Two words: deadly.
Pushed suddenly by a force against the edge of the pool, her instinct for survival had her reaching out to cling to his tall, upright body.
Obviously for self-rescue, yet now it looked more like she was aligning with him, seeming like a game of push and pull.
"I, cough cough, I didn't mean to touch, touch you there." The man was filled with masculinity, she did not intentionally approach that indescribable spot, but given how close they were, it was unavoidable.
As she spoke, she released the man, intending to move her lower body away from him. But unexpectedly, her thigh was grabbed and pulled to wrap around his waist.
