Ezmie's POV
I saw a glimpse of sadness in his eyes. We only shared several dates and went out together for just 8 or 10 times. I don't want to take advantage of his kindness, and even if I didn't want to end this...
I'm afraid that I have to. I knew that I bothered him a lot. My palm turns into a fist. This is just a normal goodbye kiss. I lean my hand on the backrest of the couch and move closer. I cupped his cheeks and kissed him.
He grabs the back of my head and kisses me back. It was different from what I expected. He didn't know how to control himself. His kisses were quick and gentle, but he desired more than gentle caresses.
It was like he was controlling his emotions. I opened my eyes when she pinned me to the couch, and his kiss was more torrid. I wrap my hands around him. When he stops and looks at me, I simply smile at him.
"Ezmie can—" he pauses.
His phone rang, and I saw the name of his secretary. His expression darkens as he answers the phone.