The thin layer of concealer had long been wiped away by Robert, his hands exploring forward from my neck until they reached my throat.

The sensation of having my neck gently clasped wasn't comfortable.

Instinctively, I swallowed hard, turning to push Robert away. But instead, I found myself colliding directly into his gaze, which was fixed on me.

Deep, yet full of emotion.

Just like several years ago, when I first realized my feelings, the self-blame and uncontrollable missing for him.

His face drew closer,planting a deep kiss on my lips.

His voice, cold and heavy, gripped my wrist. "Feeling uncomfortable?"

How could I claim to feel uncomfortable?

My hand...