She truly began to laugh, then, as if sharing a secret, spoke softly: "Then just one kiss, okay?"
A blush of shy redness painted her smiling face, her eyes pure and clear, and her lips moist and rosy.
Arnold Simmons' gaze carried a tender, deep affection as he extended an arm to encircle her waist, drawing her entirely into his embrace, choosing to follow his heart: "One is not enough."
He chuckled softly and lowered his head, placing a kiss on her forehead, trailing downward bit by bit.
First to the corner of her eye, then her cheek, and finally…
His arm tightened around her waist, his eyes brimming with restrained emotions, like sunlight reflecting on the ocean's surface—sinking, surging.
Hannah closed her eyes, her head slightly dizzy, her grip on his waist weakening gradually, almost unable to stand. Arnold Simmons held her close as he stepped back until her back pressed against the trunk of a tree.
