บท 182: Confronting the Past

Lily let out a soft moan, quickly silenced by Ethan's lips as they pressed down again. His kiss was fierce and domineering, as if trying to devour her, while his large hands kneaded her chest through her clothes.

Before long, Ethan's hands grew restless, drifting lower to her flat stomach, moving in slow, teasing circles, his fingers tracing the edge of her underwear.

They were on the verge of losing control.

With a last shred of self-control, Lily pushed against his shoulders, breathless from his intense kisses. "Stop, I need to tell you something."

"We'll talk after," Ethan grumbled, frustrated by the interruption. He leaned in to kiss her again.

Lily quickly turned her head away. "We can't."

Given her current condition, it wasn't a good idea to engage in any strenuous bedroom activities.

"Lily Anderson, can you stop ruining the mood?!" Ethan's face darkened with annoyance. "Fine, fine, tell me your three conditions!"