Catherine couldn't bring herself to ask Lucas who the man from that night was and in her heart, she saw him as Lucas.
"What nonsense are you saying?" she shot at him.
"How dare you…"
Kenneth chuckled, his laugh sending shivers through her ear.
"Am I?" he asked as his finger slid up, brushing the side of her neck in a way that made her pulse jump despite herself.
"Did you already forget the way you pulled at my shorts and tearing them off with your hands?" he asked, gripping one of her arms, and placed it on his shoulder.
Catherine's breath stuttered, and she shook her head in disbelief.
"I will help you remember again then," Kenneth whispered, riled by her refusal to admit it.
His hand rose to her throat, firm enough to command her attention, not giving her the time to protest or call others.
His mouth crashed forcefully against hers.
