FAYE'S POV
If he saw me in the bathtub with him in such an intimate posture, he would definitely misunderstand!
I nervously grabbed the edge of the bathtub with both hands and wanted to escape, but forgot a key factor - Timerante's arm was still firmly around my waist.
I just tried hard to get out, but was pulled back by the restraint around my waist.
Then I heard a dull cry of pain.
I was so scared that I held my breath. The inexplicable guilt made me dare not move anymore - I sat in a place where I shouldn't have sat, and the drunkard lost his judgement, and the fire of desire under him burned fiercely.
He deepened the strength of his embrace around my waist, hugged me from behind, and buried his head in my shoulder socket.
"I miss you."
His deep voice echoed in the bathroom.
But I didn't know how to react.