There’s no reason

Tony took a deep puff of his cigarette. “Why do you think I’m grabbing you?”

He could no longer stop the flame of desire within him from leaping up after watching Myra drink the fruit juice from his glass just now. Seeing how pretty she looked with the water splashed onto her face, he recalled how he had been luring her toward him step by step these days, only to be met with merciless refusals. All of a sudden, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to press her against his chest, to which he actually did.

Myra was slim, but her figure seemed to be tailor-made for him; he felt an incredible sense of perfection while taking her into his arms. This made him unable to refrain from tightening his arms around her, but he couldn’t stop himself from feeling peeved as he pressed the woman in his arms to his chest with all his might. He had never seen such a woman who had no idea what was good for her. If she were someone else, he would have turned around long ago without giving her another gla