Bab 555: Zoey, I want you.

"Say less." Suddenly, Matthew leaned down and sealed her lips with his.

Surprised, Zoey's eyes widened as she dropped the can of beer on the side of the couch. The scent of the beer immediately infiltrated the air. However, the taste of him was more intoxicating than the lingering scent of beer.

Zoey instinctively placed her hand on his shoulder. Her hand clasped onto his shoulder blades, creasing the well-ironed clothes as her eyes shut closed ever so slowly with a teardrop rolling down her cheek.

His lips moved, kissing her senselessly. He guided her lips with his pace as his tongue slipped between her gorgeous lips. Upon the touch of his tongue with hers, Zoey's hand slowly wreathed around his neck, pulling him closer as she clasped his white dress shirt with her fingers tightly.

But the addicting moment didn't last long as Matthew pulled away as he told her, "Thank you for telling me."