My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Florence was afraid to look further down; it would be embarrassing if her nose bled.

She turned her head aside, afraid to look directly at his body and started to unbutton his shirt without looking.

Since she wasn’t looking, her fingers touched Ernest’s skin from time to time.

Ernest’s sights darkened. He looked straight at her with his desire ignited.

Florence didn’t notice Ernest’s expression; she felt the temperature around her risen and felt like her cheeks were as hot as burning flames.

It took her quite a while to finally undressed Ernest's upper body.

She avoided Ernest’s chest and looked right at his belt.

She froze. Continued or stopped?

This…

She regretted her words. It was too intimate to serve Ernest this way, too embarrassing, she could die.

Florence’s embarrassed face. He held her hands and put them

slowly,” he said

belt was icy cold. It was like a song of fire and ice, Florence felt her pulse was racing.

body stiffened

had never done something like

to hide, but her man was injured and needed

between rationality and embarrassment, and her love

reached for his belt clumsily.

look. Her forehead was filled with

didn’t dare

you go into the washroom first?”

didn’t have enough courage to

“Okay.”

husky voice. He then took huge steps

felt like every single cell in her body

follow him into the washroom and showered him?

buried her face in her palm and