"..." Anne Sutton's hand, still holding her phone, froze at her side. Nathan Fawcett was kissing her, his movements uncharacteristically gentle, making her heart race uncontrollably.
Anne Sutton was dazed from the kiss. 'Men really are animals who think with their dicks,' she thought.
'He clearly has no feelings for me, yet he's kissing me so earnestly.'
'It's as if we're two people deeply in love!'
Anne Sutton was pushed back onto the bed. Nathan Fawcett was still kissing her when a phone suddenly rang.
He frowned, lifted his head, and picked up his phone to answer the call.
"Uncle," came Charles Prescott's voice. "Have you seen the news online? We need to have a meeting tomorrow. Are you free?"
Nathan Fawcett said, "I don't have time. I'm staying home to be with your aunt tomorrow."
"..." 'The two words, "your aunt"... Was he saying that just to spite me?'
