She hadn't taken a single step when she heard a commotion behind her. A hand reached over from the rear, whisking her back to the bed.
Iris Harris lifted her head, gazing at the radiant handsome face before her. She felt an urge to weakly cover her forehead.
It shouldn't be.
It really shouldn't.
They were just fighting last night, how did they end up in bed together afterwards?
The vivid bite mark on Brandan Hyde's shoulder made her eyes hurt a bit. Iris turned her gaze away, unable to help but say, "I need to take a shower..."
Brandan lowered his head, his thin lips gently kissing her face, slowly descending, pecking at her sensitive neck.
As he kissed her, Iris shrunk into a ball, frantically covering his face to stop him from causing mischief. "I want to shower!" she yelled.
