If it were in the past, upon hearing Sienna Johnson being so proactive, Adrian Desmond would have lunged at her like a hungry wolf, but this time he didn't.
He sat there, his sword-like eyebrows furrowed.
The expression on his face seemed as if Sienna Johnson had put forward a difficult proposition.
Sienna Johnson stood up, walked to his side, and gently placed her soft hand on his earlobe, "I want to kiss you here," her hand brushed his Adam's apple, pausing there, feeling its movement, "here,"
Sliding down, her gentle hand passed over the bulges on his chest, touching a scar that marked where he had taken a bullet to the heart. She softly caressed it, asking in a tender voice,
"Does it still hurt?"
"It stopped hurting a long time ago."
"The next time you dare risk your life for someone else, I will never forgive you!" Sienna warned.
Adrian did not speak, he simply kissed the back of her hand.
