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.

will be rather busy. You take care

"Oh." she copped out.

puzzled, as he never said what exactly he has

"Don't work overtime if you can, and

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

my son ..." He blurted out, and then corrected himself, "I mean, I like Anderson a lot, and I feel very attached

Joyce, “..."

right? Raising children

now, "You must remember, what I said

see or hear, or whatever misunderstanding you might have..." He looked deep into her eyes and said it

it's all for you!" He emphasized every word for

amazement, "What are you doing saying these strange things all of a

“Trust me!" He repeated.

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

got it." she responded

he had