Diana gathered the strength to make Max look at her.

"Not tonight, Diana," Max's words carried a magnetic force, and for a moment, she felt the pull of his charisma weakening her resolve.

Max leaned in to place a devoted kiss on her neck.

His lips met the tender skin. Diana's hand instinctively stroked through Max's hair. But soon, a realization struck her—Max was not moving.

Diana carefully shifted Max beside her. She ran her fingers over his long eyelashes.

"I am sorry," she ...