She licked her lips, showing no signs of tension or panic. Instead, she flashed a provocative and alluring smile, squinting slightly as she kicked off her slippers, her toes poking Caleb Sterling's leg.
Sierra Summers tilted her head and stared straight at Caleb Sterling, "You really won't forget?"
"Would you let me go?"
"Hubby?"
"If I say..."
Sierra Summers' remaining flirtatious words were forcefully silenced by Caleb Sterling with a kiss.
Her hands gradually relaxed during the kiss, intertwining with Caleb Sterling's, fingers interlocked.
Nearby was quite messy, with unwashed plates left in the sink.
The lamp in the middle was Sierra Summers' favorite style, just like this big kitchen.
But the best thing she loved was the man kissing her.
*
Long-lost mania and love entangled together.
The result was obvious.
Sierra Summers clung to Caleb Sterling these past few days, refusing to get down, lest she might just show weakness and moan lightly on the spot.
