r, as my mind processed the situation further, I became aware of what was actually happening when he tightened his grip on me and inserted his tongue into my mouth. His hands then moved

hout my entire body, unlike any kiss I h

d beyond. Despite struggling to keep my eyes open, my fingers instinctively found his black dress shirt and clung to it, pulling him closer as I responded to his kiss. No... everything about this was wrong. What was I doing? What was he doing?! I instantly raised my hand

then almost

? Haha so spirited. Like a wild pony in ze d

hat in h

ely caressed the exposed skin above my dress, evoking delightful sensations that coursed through my entire being. It was almost overwhelming how incredibly pleasurable it felt. As his head descende

And also...he didn't even know for certain if I was a married woman or not. I don't care what I looked like standi

sing me. Was he a con artist? Was I about to get

thinking?! St

sible thing I could think of

cre

immediately released

he said, but I wasn't going to try to f

n't know I don't have a husband!" I said this last statement with the temptation to poke my finger into

ly before turning hi

his how all French men acted or just him? He didn't seem particularly

dge and pointed towards t

ver been any good at lying, always fumbling for the right words to say th

he direction of my finger. He looked back at me as he casual

what?

g my growing distress. I was already teetering on the edge of my sanity, and

know your name and this is all starting to freak me out, ok?" I snapped, backing

anied by an inherent unpredictability and a scorching heat that could be peri

tially obscuring his eyes. His hands remained comfortably nestled in his pockets as he leaned bac

. I simply saw a damsel who looked like she needed saving. Cle

I was having a hard time not staring at him. Micheal Lambart. The strange-but-hot French guy with one hell

trustworthy person, as if he could keep me safe somehow. I had the strangest inclination that he did not w

. I'm...A

as if he were staring straight into my soul. He

So perfect. Your husband

there was blessedly nothing I could do to hold them back. I immediately burst into tears again, right in front of him. Just like freaking Viru. It was

st his chest. In that moment, I hesitated only briefly before surrendering to the solace he offered-a chance to release my tear

as if I had known him for countless years. Standing there, pouring out my emotions into the fabric of his dress shirt, I caught a delicate w