Chapter 77 My Poor Food

• Reece's hands cradled Beverly's face, deepening the kiss as she wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer.
• Time stood still as they lost themselves in the rush of emotions, their lips moving in perfect sync. The kiss was intense, all-consuming, and utterly romantic......
• Beverly's hands instinctively moved to Reece's chest, her fingers splayed across his broad shoulders as if to push him away. But instead of resistance, her palms found themselves tracing the contours of his muscles, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath his shirt.