Deep Affection: Honey, Come Back To Me

In John's eyes, Nina's lips held an unparalleled attraction, especially when she took the initiative to kiss him.

They started passionately kissing, taking in every moment. He reached around and held the back of Nina's head, deepening the kiss.

Ten minutes later, Nina lay in the bathtub softly.

Then he put the cold water into the bathtub to level out the temperature till it was just right.

Her face blushed while her eyes blurred.

The voice of John, who was trying hard to restrain himself, echoed in her ears. It was hoarse and deep, making her heart thump in her chest vigorously.

"What I want is your willingness. I won't do anything unless you are eager as well. What happened in the Four Seasons Garden Hotel was an accident and so were you."

She popped into his life so unexpectedly and what a joy it was.

Meeting her seemed like an accident, but maybe it was more. It was destiny.

When he put her into the bathtub, he kissed her on her lips and rubbed her head before he stood up and left.

Nina lowered her eyes and huddled herself in the bathtub, not daring to look at John.

She then turned her head, her heart filling with expectation. She could only hear the footsteps outside and the sound of cl

about something.

If Nina didn't know any better she would have thought that what happened in the bathroom was nothing but a dream. Even her confession of love and kiss all seemed to be swept away as one of his lies.

"Why?" Not daring to look John in the eye, Nina walked past him and sat down at the table.

"Shopping." He put down the morning newspaper and sat beside Nina.

Her body stiffened and her face became hot and flushed for no reason.

Seeing her expression, he smiled proudly but hid his excitement.

John knew that her blushes and pounding heart were a symbol of her love.

Her face turned red and her heart seemed to beat restlessly.

"Okay," Nina replied obediently. She moved aside quietly and fiddled with her fingers restlessly.

Then, she raised her head and plucked up courage to say, "John, I'm not a bad woman."

"What?" John asked in confusion.

Nina closed her eyes slightly and gently opened them again. She said bravely, "John, I remember that I said I love you last night. I will be responsible for my actions. If you don't already hate me, let's try to get to know each other. If you do hate me, I understand that as well."

Hate?

How could he hate her? He just wanted to love her.