"What are you looking at?"
Seeing the depth in Wen's eyes grow increasingly dark, Rory reached out to snatch the clothes from his hands so she could put them on herself.
Wen swiftly dodged her reaching hand. Leaning down instantly, he captured her lips in a kiss.
"Rory, I overestimated my self-control just now."
Wen's hoarse, low voice sent a tingling sensation straight through Rory's ears. Her body leaned back involuntarily.
Wen reached around to catch her waist, preventing her from falling back.
Rory looked up at him, her gaze landing on his lips. His lip shape was exceptionally beautiful—soft to kiss and completely intoxicating.
"Didn't you just say you were going to feed me full first?"
Wen stared at her, his Adam's apple bobbing heavily. "I definitely need to feed you full first."
She hadn't eaten lunch, and if she skipped dinner too, how could she possibly hold up through the night?
