"Make me yours," she whispered.

William stood there, gazing at her. He didn't expect this would be the second present she wanted.

Taking steps to fill in the gap between them, he cupped her cheek. A smile grazed his lips as he spoke, "You don't have to feel obliged to do this. I don't want you to–"

"I want it, trust me." Jessica held his hand on her face, she looked down, her cheek redening even more. "I want you," she muttered.

William lifted her chin to meet his gaze. Slowly, he leaned in to capture her lips. He lifted her in his arms, walking to the bed, their lips...