Wesley pressed Blair against the wall and put his hands there as well. She was boxed in, with his hands on either side of her head.

He lowered his head, leaned in, and said in a low voice, "You want me to act like this, huh?"

"Wh-what?" she stammered. His face was inches away from hers. She caught a whiff of some scent or other; it smelled like grass—it must be his shower gel. There was no electricity, and Blair's phone was the only source of light. It shed enough light for her to see his waist.

Romance was in the air, there in the bedroom. Her heart raced, her mind running wild with visions.

'You've shown me what you want, so I'll play along.' A scornful smile flashed across Wesley's face.

Before Blair knew it, he lowered his head and kissed her red lips, sending her into a blissful trance. The brush of his lips against hers was everything she imagined it to be—gentle, passionate, perfect.

Blair widened her eyes, not knowing how to respond. His kiss was demanding yet soft. She felt like hundreds of fireworks had exploded simultaneously in her mind.

She remembered a song all of a sudden—Jane Zhang's "Finally I Have You."

One line from that song in particular said, "Finally I have you. I'm glad I never gave up."

And that song was so perfect, describing exactly what she was feeling. She was ecstatic that he finally showed his feelings for her. She had worked hard for his love—she deserved it.

She was so moved her eyes reddened from tears. She closed her eyes, stood on tiptoe and cradled his neck, kissing him back. She poured every bit of her heart and soul, her hopes and dreams into that kiss.

After what seemed like an eternity, the doorbell of her apartment rang, breaking rudely into the couple's romantic moment.

Wesley let her go and regarded the girl in his arms. Blair was finally able to breathe again, her face as red as a ripe tomato. She broke free from him, moving to open the door for Talbot.

Before she could leave her bedroom, Wesley pulled her back and pressed her against the wall again. "I've seen so many women like you. Kabedo

ng bolts were shooting through her, this sweet tingling in her heart, her body trembling. Wesley held her waist and warned in a low voice, "Don't move."

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Her scent made him lose his cool.

His body was heavy on hers, and Blair was suffocating. "Get away from me... Mmmph..." Her lips were blocked again.

Just as Blair thought Wesley was going to make love to her right here and now, he suddenly stopped. Holding back all his emotions, he asked in a hoarse voice, "Scared?"

"Mmm Hmm..." Blair nodded. No one had ever done what Wesley just did to her.

Wesley was done with it. "I don't think it's a good idea to come around anymore. I don't really want a woman in my life, as a friend or lover. I'm a soldier, and I have no time for any of that."

Blair bit her lips, body shaking. After she heard what he said, she bit his shoulder hard.

She wanted to make it hurt, so she bit down with all her might.

Wesley clenched his teeth, refusing to make a sound.

Blair felt like she was biting a brick. Wesley didn't respond at all. Instead, she felt her teeth aching.

When she let go, Wesley left the bed and the apartment.

The sad woman heard the door to her apartment close. She didn't move or do anything else, other than sit there and think, miserable.

She had planned to get a hotel room, but there was no need. The electricity came back on about a half hour after he left.