Mia stumbled back while Eugene crept closer.
Her back pressed against the punching bag, and she had nowhere left to retreat. Mia stared at the approaching man with growing dread. She could practically smell the sweat on him.
Eugene was wearing a tank top, his muscles out in view, glistening with sweat.
Mia shrank back, her eyes fixed on a bead of sweat that slid from his chest and disappeared into the waistband of his pants.
His soaked shirt clung to him, revealing the shape of his abs.
Suddenly, Eugene threw a punch at the sandbag. The rebound knocked Mia straight into his arms.
Her forehead slammed into his rock-solid chest, and her eyes nearly teared up from the impact.
"Do you want to try it?" His voice brushed against her ear.
Mia cautiously looked up. "Try what?"
His eyes seemed like they could see right through her.
A feeling of dread loomed over her, and she instinctively tried to dart away, only to find herself pinned in place by him.
Her back was pressed firmly against the punching bag. No matter how hard she pushed, he wouldn't budge.
Hadn't he just thrown that punch like it was nothing?
Eugene leaned down. "You seem nervous."
Mia argued, "I am! You're so close. How could I not be nervous?"
"What are you nervous about? Do you think I'm going to eat you?" Eugene looked her in the eye. "But weren't you talking boldly when you were chatting with your friends?"
No man could tolerate being told they finished too fast, especially not by the woman they liked.
Mia's cheeks turned bright red. Now she was sure he definitely heard everything.
She dropped her gaze. "I… I wasn't lying. It ended so soon…"
Right after she said it, she felt like she had awakened some dangerous beast. Fear loomed over her.
Eugene suddenly lowered his head and bit her lips roughly.
Mia clamped her mouth shut, desperately trying to push him away.
Eugene kissed her for a while, then paused and coaxed, "Open your mouth."


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