My Wife Is A Gift From Heaven

"Sherlock, please don't, Sherlock..." Her eyes widened in panic as she pushed the man lying on her lap. Her fingers trailed down his cheeks.

The outgoing and humorous man darkened at the sight of her in panic. However, soon enough, the displeasure vanished, highlighting his handsome features.

"Lena," he said smoothly, raising up to kiss her on the cheek.

"I..." Lena Mu could only bite her lips, looking all too much like a porcelain doll.

"Lena," he whispered again, and his hoarse voice could barely be heard. His lips brushed up against her earlobe, and she shivered.

Lena Mu backed away just a bit, as a hand was trailing down her skin.

She loved Sherlock Mo,

so why was she so uncomfortable around him? The moment his fingers trailed down her skin, it felt as if her stomach was chewing her inside out, and not in a good way.

The close contact was making her skin crawl.

However, she pushed herself to be calm. 'If only Cliff were here, everything would be fine.'

He'd help her, right?

"Lena, listen to me. I mean it." He looked her deep in the eyes, breath fanning her face.

lie,

more kiss.

she couldn't find it in herself

hated the feeling

being slithered over by

the

up her clothes with one

halfway done and

out, taking a huge puff of his cigarette. "What's the use of apologizing

'Was I just dumped?'

of women, and they all seemed to prance

he could get his fingers on Lena Mu too, but it seemed

her words seemed to die at the back

girl truly loved a man, she'd stand over all

the slightest of touch. Didn't

in his voice as Sherlock Mo stared at

"I..."

it that hard to

Lena?" he demanded.