Kent grabbed my hand while seizing my chin, forcing me to look him in the eyes.

His complexion was very stern, but his eyes were serious.

"Do you think I'm a fucking beast driven solely by my lower half? Let me tell you, I'm not.

I'm not a brute who would jump any woman he sees.

When I made a move on you in the club, it was because I felt an inexplicable familiarity when I first saw you.

I can't explain why, but I just strangely want to treat you well. If you say it's because I like you, then fine. Are you satisfied now?"

The seriousness in his...