C7 Anger

They exited the restaurant together.

"Wait for me at the crossroads. My car's parked at the venue of the meeting. I'll drive you back."

Before Searle could anticipate a response, he noticed Zillah wobble, teetering on the brink of a fall. Swiftly, he extended an arm, steadying her. But before he could withdraw his hand, she leaned into him. Her soft and pliant body pressed against his chest