Caleb Sterling held her tight, his Adam's apple rolling sensually. His cheek pressed against Sierra Summers' cheek, laughing softly, "Mm, Cecilia, I'm very happy."
"I can't control the urge to hold you, kiss you, do anything to you." Caleb's voice was husky, his hand clasped around her slender waist with increasing strength, as if doing so could bring them closer.
Sierra was overwhelmed and cried out, extremely aggrieved, "Ouch, ouch, ouch! My waist, my waist!"
Caleb suddenly released his grip, lowering his head to look at her, somewhat at a loss. He took a few deep breaths, "Sorry, Cecilia."
Sierra stroked her poor waist, feeling a great sense of compassion for her future life, for her waist, and other pitiful parts...
She sighed with a touch of tenderness, raising her eyes with a smile, reaching out to touch Caleb's face. The man's facial features were really well-proportioned, with strong and rugged lines.
