You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

She snatched the cup from his hand, looked up and took a few sips of water, just to douse the inexplicably restless fire in her heart.

Then she heaved the glass down on the table.

Only, when she tried to draw back her hand that was covering his lips, she found that he had a firm grip on her hand and refused to let go. His lips was like stuck to her hand.

He repeatedly kissed her palm lightly, rubbing his lips back and forth. The handsome face was covered by her palm, and she could see only a pair of beautiful eyes. The bottom of the eyes shone with a crystal hue, and they stared straight at her and her body was getting hotter and hotter, her face rose red.

“Let go. Otherwise, you will never be allowed to enter my house again.” Finally, she could not bear it any longer and gave a low rebuke.

He finally gave up and let go of her hand.

She hurriedly stood up from him to calm her jumbled heartbeat.

This damn man was just too good at flirting.

She reached up and repeatedly touched her cheek. Her hand was cold, but her face was hot.

You take care of yourself, and

"Oh." she copped out.

never said what exactly he

all rights, he should have nothing else important to do at the Capital. "Don't work overtime if you can, and come back more often to spend time with Anderson.” he

tell me that? He's my son.” She turned around

like Anderson a lot, and I feel very

Joyce, “..."

right? Raising children for

now, "You must remember, what I said today." "Hmm?" She looked up at him with raised

do, what you see or hear, or whatever misunderstanding you might have..." He looked deep into her

all for you!" He emphasized every word for the last

are you

“Trust me!" He repeated.

his eyes seemed to have looked right into her soul. She felt stunned and her lips

got it."

had