You Hit My Heart by Kylie Stanford

He leaned in too close and her face burned a little.

“If you don't take it off, I'm going to do it myself." He came close to her ear and spoke evilly.

Even his hand, which had reached her collar, took advantage of her inattention and unbuttoned two buttons, revealing her bare white neck. "Wait, I'll do it myself."

Joyce suddenly held his hand, unable to let him do whatever he wanted.

She moved away from his hand and took off her jacket herself, needing to take off another sweater.

“You turn around. I'm going to undress."

Luther looked at her funny, "You still have a shirt inside, it's not like you're not wearing anything, what's wrong with taking off a sweater? I can't look?" Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ FɪndNøvel.ɴᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

"You!" Joyce couldn't get angry, so she had to turn around and take off her sweater herself.

and fall of her chest is even more visible. Luther watched her from behind, and just seeing the soft lines

up

back to him and changed

and smoothed out the slight

and show

voice rang out,

She turned around slowly.

it is

up. He no longer knew what adjectives could describe her in front

haughty temperament, calm and introspective, long sharp and

a valiant heroism,

subconsciously tugged at the collar. Why did he look at her with such astonishment? What was wrong with it? Or was she not dressed properly?

military uniforms, there is no mirror at the lounge, she can not

doubts even more. Did she look very strange, or should

just wanted to reach