Abigail Hemsworth's body leaned back slightly, but was supported by Travis Miller, who pressed her back into place, his gaze lingering on her eyes for a moment before finally landing on her lips.
"I didn't expect you not to take issue with me, but suddenly remembered that night when I completely tasted your flavor. Though I didn't expect that my face would be so useful."
Abigail's eyelids twitched, "Do you have this little self-control with women?"
"Depends on who it is."
The last syllable of Travis's words was almost entirely swallowed by Abigail's mouth.
Abigail turned her head to try to dodge, but his lips accurately followed.
"Get off me! I'm still angry right now..."
"I'm in a hurry right now, Mrs. Miller."
Abigail suddenly paused, the title almost stirred every nerve in her body, leaving her restless.
When she realized it, she was already being pressed
into the soft bed.
