Jasmine Yale's small hand tightly clutched the collar of Sylvan Cheney's shirt, her face adorned with bashfulness.
Sylvan lowered his head and kissed by her earlobe, his voice hoarse with infatuation: "Here?"
Jasmine shook her head in panic, both shy and uneasy: "Let's not..."
Although there was no one at the Cheney Residence, it was surrounded by panoramic glass...
The thought alone made Jasmine's face flush with redness.
"It's fine." Sylvan reassured her, gently kissing her cheek.
Even though it had happened many times, Jasmine felt extremely nervous at this moment, her heart pounding and her limbs weak.
Outside the rooftop was the vast expanse of stars, twinkling in groups.
The light from street lamps cast blurred shadows on the ground.
The rooftop lights were off, leaving the surroundings faintly illuminated, dim and hazy.
Jasmine half-resisted, half-compromised, eventually yielding to Sylvan.
Suddenly, entwined breathing filled the quiet rooftop.
