Compared to him, she was weak. No matter how hard she fought, she couldn't shake him off. Instead, she found herself pulled into his arms. His embrace, warmer than the cold door, was oddly comforting.

Yet she only wished to be far from him.

Panicked, she muttered, “Mr. Waston, what's going on?"

Albert leaned in and kissed her.

He invaded her lips, hungry and forceful. Despite her struggles, he kissed her fervently, pulling her closer. His touch on her waist was warm...