Nathan Moore slipped off the blanket and strode towards the bathroom.
"Ah... Nathan Moore!" The bathroom door was suddenly pulled open, Titus Zane got startled for a moment, turned her gaze with a reproachful look at him, just having wrapped a towel around herself, standing in front of the mirror drying her hair.
Nathan Moore did not speak, and took the hairdryer from Titus Zane's hand. Thinking he was going to help her dry her hair, she waited with the corners of her lips turned up toward the mirror.
But Nathan Moore instead set the hairdryer aside, and with Titus Zane's astonished gaze, he steadied her shoulders and turned her around to face him.
The kiss fell without warning, eager and passionate, followed by a deep suck after each nibble.
His large hand slid beneath the towel, firmly comforting her at his favorite spot.
