"I don't... know, try again..."
"Now what? Is there something wrong or not... Are you messing with me?"
"There is..."
Matilda looked up: "What?"
Meeting Nathaniel York's dark eyes, Matilda felt like she was scorched, as if her whole body had been ignited.
Nathaniel York's lips, temptingly red, said, "There is a big problem... It must be solved..."
In the next moment, Matilda's arm was yanked hard, her balance lost, and her body fell towards Nathaniel.
He caught her in his arms, dragged her onto the bed, rolled over, and pinned her beneath him.
Matilda's eyes were wide open, their bodies pressed closely; she had already felt her body responding and angrily said, "Nathaniel York, what are you doing? You're clearly fine already, get off, or I'll punch you!"
Nathaniel lowered his head and kissed her tender cheek, saying, "Touching doesn't count, only trying it out will let us know."
Matilda snapped, "You, have you no shame?"
"I want you, not shame."