My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

What was he doing?

Florence’s body suddenly became rigid. Her face blushed like it was a cooked prawn.

“Don’t…”

She reached out her hands to push him but her palm coincidentally touched his chest.

Vigorous heartbeats could be felt through her palm.

Both of them were stunned.

The suppressed flare in Ernest Hawkins’s eyes seemed to have exploded at the moment.

Florence was extremely shy and she hurriedly moved her hand back. Yet, her wrist was suddenly grabbed by a big hot hand and she was confined.

In front of her face, Ernest’s handsome face looked extremely dangerous and it slowly moved closer to her.

His breath seemed to be hot.

Florence panicked, “Mr. Hawkins… Er…”

Her speech was cut short by his thin lips.

The domineering and moving kiss came without warning.

Florence’s mind suddenly went blank. She was stunned as she looked at the enlarged handsome face while feeling the hot contact between their lips…

Ernest’s body pressed down on her.

Both of them were only separated by a thin blanket. The heat from his young body almost penetrated the thin blanket and burned her skin. Every body cell of hers seemed trembling.

Ernest’s breath was getting heavier and his suppressed emotion seemed like it couldn’t be controlled anymore.

He had been thinking about her sweet look since that night.

He hugged her waist and his palm went through the thin blanket and found its way deeper.

The hot feeling on her skin by his palm made her rigid body couldn’t help to tremble. She had suddenly come back to her senses.

“Mr., Mr. Hawkins…”

She hurriedly pushed him away with her hands. Her face looked pale and red as she was in a full-blown panic.

Ernest stopped moving and saw her tense little face, he realized she had a frightened and resisting look in her eyes.

Ernest immediately came back to his senses as if a bucket of cold water was poured on his head.

In the next second, he released Florence and rolled his body away from her.

Florence hurriedly got up from the ground after getting free. She covered herself tightly in blankets with her hands, moved away, and curled up at the corner of the tent.

She had lost her presence of mind and she looked at Ernest with anxiety. Her face was hot as if it was burning.

stiff. He pressed his lips, got up, and walked out of

little tent seemed to have relieved after Ernest left. Florence’s rigid body suddenly lost its strength and she leaned

hot. Her mind kept

Ernest’s kiss, Ernest’s breath…

and Ernest actually almost

fallen and the temperature had

between day and night on a

the tent and covered herself tightly with the thin blankets. Yet, she could still feel the

a cotton quilt to stay

as she felt cold and she could not help to think if Ernest was feeling colder

the tent again. Where was he staying outside? Or was he

possibilities, although Florence was a little embarrassed and angry, she still slightly opened the curtain of

long time ago. Things that were placed outside

did not see

Where did he go?

her alone as he did not get what he

with

where are

Yet, she did not see anyone

surroundings looked quiet and

“Mr. Hawkins, where

you looking

deep and hoarse voice

out from the forest that was not far away while holding

relieved after seeing him as if she was like a

“I shouted because I did not see

his lips and did not say anything. He walked towards the extinguished campfire,

gone to find some branches to make a campfire. Yet, she was

the things prepared were not enough. Yet, Ernest still stayed outside

of hot water from a thermos cup and passed it to

Hawkins, drink

reached

he got closer, Florence could clearly see his naked upper body, his

her heart beat vigorously again and she hurriedly looked

am

immediately ran away with a blushed

the warmth of the cup,

could be seen

the surrounding slightly increased. Florence felt a little warmer

himself by

she stayed

having random thoughts and then

was awake because

“Achoo!”

Obviously, it was

temperature of the beach was too low. She would get a cold if she

“Zip…”

the sound of the zipper was heard, Ernest opened the curtain