Titus Zane hadn’t completely lost his sanity. In the midst of their fervent embrace, he didn’t forget to remind her, "Let’s go to the bedroom..."
Wesley Foley was still inside, fearful of running into him...
"Okay," Nathan Moore agreed with rare good humor, a gentle word slipping out from his busy lips, "Which one?"
"On the left," she barely uttered the three words when she was lifted into the air again. This time, he directly grasped her buttocks, and her long legs naturally wrapped around his waist as they moved to the bedroom in the most intimate pose.
The kissing on her lips didn’t stop.
Before placing Titus Zane on the bed, Nathan swiped his strong arm, clearing the clothes piled there to the floor. As he laid her down, his body covered hers immediately.
His large palm slipped under the hem of her dress, squeezing her buttocks with suppressed force.
The kisses continued, clearly poised for more, but without her invitation, he could only endure.
"Lily..." He murmured softly beside her ear, the hand lingering on her buttocks drifting towards the base of her leg. He seemed to want to prove something, but involuntarily, his well-defined fingers... they ventured in!
Titus Zane’s body tensed in an instant, her closed eyes suddenly opened wide, staring at the ceiling above, where reflections seemed to roll, entering her view, all those unpleasant, fearful memories that made her heart palpitate attacked her all at once, and her fingers gripping Nathan’s shoulder dug deeply into the flesh.
Sensing something was off with Titus Zane, Nathan lifted his handsome face, his eyes usually dark as onyx were now a deep red, deep pools creating irresistible vortexes.
But in this moment, Titus Zane couldn’t see anything; all that scrolled through her vision were those unbearable memories.
"Nathan Moore, I’m scared!" The words were clearly panicked, her watery eyes void of focus, her usually fair complexion now ashen like paper, and Nathan could clearly see her lips quivering fiercely, just like her body at this moment.
Nathan rolled over to the side, lying back on the bed, staring at the ceiling above, a sigh escaping him.
"Titus Zane, when will you let me stop being a vegetarian!"
Although her heart was in turmoil over their recent intimacy, when Titus Zane heard Nathan’s sigh, her heart somehow felt fuller.
With a roll, she lay on the bed beside Nathan, her complexion not fully recovered, staring at Nathan’s frustrated handsome face, she said.
"Nathan Moore, let’s have a platonic relationship."
Nathan turned his handsome face to look at her, silent, listening as Titus Zane continued.
"You can keep loving Lily. Occasionally, we can sit together and chat," as she said this, Titus Zane suddenly realized that what she truly wanted wasn’t a Platonic spiritual love but rather---
Someone to confide in and talk to, so she hurriedly corrected herself.
"I’m sorry, I misspoke. Nathan Moore, be my guy best friend. Let’s get along like sisters, travel together when we’re free, and we can also..."
Before Titus Zane could finish her flight of fancy, Nathan cut her off.
With a turn of his handsome face, he spoke with clear disdain.
A guy best friend? She must be kidding. Between men and women, there is no such thing as pure friendship.
A man willing to be a woman’s best friend must be deeply in love with that woman; otherwise, who would want to waste their life on a woman who means nothing to them!