At the hotel…
Natalie soon arrived at the hotel. She entered her room, intending to rest for a while before lunchtime. Just before she could insert the keycard to turn on the lights in the dimly lit room, a hand stopped her, pulling her closer to a tall, masculine figure only to press her against the wall with her both hands locked above her head.
And before she could make a sound, her mouth was already sealed by a pair of familiar lips.
It all happened in a flash, leaving her no time to react. Before she could even struggle properly, she relaxed as she recognized the familiar touch and scent.
Justin. Her husband.
Natalie let down her guard and kissed him back, just as passionately. Through that kiss, she could feel the longing he had for her—and she was no different. It had only been a few days, yet she already missed him.
In the dimly lit room, they continued to kiss as if there were no tomorrow, forgetting even to breathe. Breathless, she whispered his name, "Justin."
