After a brief daze, Aurora Sterling lifted her head to glare behind her, about to unleash another curse. But suddenly, the world spun, and her lips were captured firmly by his.
Her breath hitched. 'That damned scoundrel! He's forcibly kissing me again!'
Sharon Sterling walked into the park alone. The increasingly dim path filled her with fear, but the thought of catching Aurora Sterling on a date with some strange man instantly bolstered her courage.
Before long, Sharon Sterling saw the scene: Aurora Sterling kissing a man.
From Sharon Sterling's angle, she could just make out the man's chiseled jawline and perfect side profile.
Only eighteen and in the throes of adolescence, Sharon Sterling watched with a flushed face and a racing heart. She ducked behind a tree, her own face beet red, her eyes fixed on the scene without blinking. As her heart pounded, she found herself yearning for it.
