She nodded, and just when she was about to get off the car, Mark grabbed her head and kissed her on the lips.

The suddenness of it all caught her off guard.

Her eyes widened as she stared at this handsome man in front of her.

Although it was dark inside the car, Cecilia could see the outline of Mark's flawless face. He was wearing a thin gold-rimmed glasses, which made him appear gentler and more noble.

Mark was way more knowledgeable and experienced than she was. He was definitely a good kisser.

He placed his hand at the back of her neck and stared at her for a long time before giving her a French kiss. His wet and soft tongue explored her mouth, entangling with hers.

In a few seconds, pleasure coursed throughout Cecilia's body and rendered her numb.

She hadn't had sex in a long time.

While they did have sex last time, she was too drunk to remember most of the details.

But now that she was sober, everything felt so real.

Mark's hand landed on her waist, the warmth of his palm seeping through her clothes.

Suddenly, Cecilia grabbed his black hair and pushed him away.

"Mark, no," she said, her voice at the verge of breaking.

Mark, on the other hand, pretended as though he hadn't heard anything.

Their kiss went on for a long time, full of passion and fire.

When it was over, she was snuggled in his arms, her ears pressed against her chest as she listened to his heartbeat through the thin layer of his shirt.

Mark leaned his head on top of hers.

He was also excited.

However, men were different from women. Compared to women, men were usually much more thick-skinned.

Stroking her back, he murmured, “You're almost pulling out your Uncle Mark's hair."