Patrick was as overbearing as ever. And I pushed him hard.

However, the harder I pushed him, the tighter he held me.

And the more fervently he kissed me.

Although it was a cold winter night, Patrick's body was burning hot. Holding me in his arms, he seemed to intend to burn me up. However, for some reason, right at this moment, I couldn't be calmer.

I struggled and finally broke free from his arms in success. Covering my red lips which had been swollen because of the kissing with both hands, I hesitated for a moment and said, "Patrick Cowell, I'm sorry. Disregard the feelings I have for you,...