Chapter 12
- Clyde’s hand flew to her nape and held it gently just to continue the kiss as if he doesn’t want Yvette to cut it too quickly and he still wanted to kiss her.
- This motherfucker!
- Yvette’s mind screamed with different kinds of curses when Clyde responded and kissed her back nonchalantly. His lips moved gently for a few responses until Yvette pushed him, coaxing him to stop the kiss.