Something Worse

Olive's lips were warm and dry, like a brand falling, burning on the skin.

Her breath was shallow, gentle, and regular, skipping like a feather.

She had a faint smell of roses as if she had planted a trick in it, spreading around and disturbing people's minds everywhere.

It was so close that when she blinked, her eyelashes would sweep across the side of his face.

The sense of touch seemed to be nothing, which aggravated the feeling of insincerity and tore his reason apart one by one.

Liam's hand was raised out of control, and soon it stopped in the sky.

He closed his eyes, restrained his desire with all his strength, and gradually tightened his palms and turned back.

He was still a man.

His act of not avoiding was already enough.

During this period, Olive slowly sat up straight and distanced himself from him.

There was no expression on her face, and her expression was calm as if she was not the one who had just bo