You Hit My Heart novel Chapter 90

"Don't think I'm a saint. I just, don't want to do it with you when you're not sober." His voice was a little dark and depressing, "Now, you're sober. You don’t need to thank me. It is time to make up for my loss last night."

Her heart pounded.

What could his words mean? Make it up to him with what? With her body?

He was getting closer and closer, unavoidable.

"The effect of the drug should not be gone completely yet. Need me to help you?" He pressed wickedly against her ear, teasing.

"I …"

She was suddenly unable to speak again, simply because his lips were already infinitely close to hers, with only the slightest gap. It felt like if she said one more word, she might touch his lips at any moment.

The memory of last night's fiery kiss came flooding back. His lips were soft and skillful, almost melting her, and she, who had always been bold, was so scared at the moment that she could barely breathe.

In the end, Luther's lips did not fall.

He was just so close to her.

He said seriously word by word, "I didn't touch you because I had been drugged too. I've experienced that feeling, and I've done things that I shouldn't have done because of it. Now, I regret it. If I had touched you last night, would you regret it now?"

He resisted the urge to kiss her hard, knowing that once he did, he could not guarantee that he would stop.

The last time when he was drugged, he and Charlotte had sex and then a child.

He couldn't say how he felt, and perhaps, he really regretted it.

But what has happened could not be changed.

After hearing what Luther said.

Her breathing stopped for a moment.

Her brain also stopped thinking and buzzed, leaving only a few words that kept circling her ears.

He had been drugged?

He had been drugged?

He had been drugged?

And he had done things that he shouldn't have done?

So, it was just likely that he was just the man she saved at the time?

Was he?