He gave a nod, and with a self-mocking smile, Titus Zane said, "I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have pried,"
Having said that, he turned to leave, his drooping eyelashes hiding all the emotions in his eyes.
Just as he lifted his foot, he stumbled again, feeling a pain on his arm as he was pulled back by Nathan Moore.
"Teasing demon!" A low curse ground out through clenched teeth, and in a whirl, Titus found himself pressed against the car by Nathan Moore, receiving an unexpected kiss that was both domineering and tender in his unique way.
Titus Zane was a traditional woman, who, even as childhood friends with Logan Ray for many years, would never do anything outrageous in public, not even kissing except for a brief, polite peck.
Fearing to be seen, and become the butt of people’s jokes.
Yet at that moment, she wasn’t the slightest bit worried, first startled, then slowly closing her eyes, her hands clutching Nathan Moore’s shirt at his waist, tilting her face up to savor his authoritative tenderness.
Nathan Moore had had quite a few drinks, the strong scent of alcohol sweeping over her taste buds, yet Titus didn’t feel the slightest aversion but instead found it pleasurably intoxicating. Having drunk quite a bit herself and held tightly by Nathan Moore, with her face tilted up and breathing becoming difficult, she felt a dizzy sensation.
As if standing on the clouds, basking in a warm spring breeze.
Even drunk, Nathan Moore still cared for her feelings, his large hand resting on Titus’s back, kneading forcefully, a show of his restrained hardship without going any further.
Because a voice inside him kept saying that this was the street, with the ceaseless traffic of vehicles, he couldn’t be too reckless, although he was a man and didn’t care, yet, he cared about her feelings.
"Titus... come back with me..." A murmur that sounded like a whisper slipped out from between their closely touching lips, his unwillingness to restrain himself in his invitation, followed by a sigh.
Nathan Moore’s handsome face buried itself in the crook of Titus’s shoulder, one hand tightly circling behind her, a voice of pain that sounded like a confession, Titus felt a pain in her shoulder as she heard Nathan Moore say, "Titus, I want you!"
The other hand clasping her fingers tightened fiercely.
Her fingers ached, a sensation transmitted from her soul.
Yet she was also struggling, worried that she might once again stand dejectedly beside the black Bentley, staring ahead, Titus had no response, but her heart was engaged in the most intense and painful struggle.
A voice told her, go, seize the opportunity while the tide has not receded, in the past, with this man, was it not without...
But another voice threw cold water on her thoughts.
Titus, don’t forget, the man before you is your brother-in-law, although you have had relations with him, it was forced, not willing on your part.
If you don’t want to disappoint your family or be condemned by the world, you should immediately distance yourself from this man, because he is dangerous, he can make you hesitate, make your heart flutter...
With a jolt, Titus no longer indulged in the moment, now somewhat hating herself.
She felt herself to be the most pretentious woman in the world, during the past few times when she wanted Nathan Moore to break the curse of aversion to men, how come then she didn’t have such a sense of modesty?
Raising her hand, intending to push away the man buried in her neck, but he moved faster than her. Clearly drunk, with arms braced, he easily picked her up and strode down the street.
The coat resting on her arm was about to fall off, but Titus quickly caught it, and the man then looked down, followed by a kiss on the forehead.
With a smack, it was loud enough to make Titus’s heart tremble along with it.