At the same time, Mabel Doyle suddenly stood on tiptoe, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips against his...
The woman's hands clung tightly to his neck as if fearing he might leave, her grip was unusually strong, pushing him backward against the door.
Bryan White didn't push her away, allowing her to press against him. After a moment, he bent slightly forward so she wouldn't be so tired, pausing briefly, and gazed at her intently, his eyes filled with complexity.
His large hand cradled her hair, as the man carefully examined her, seemingly never getting enough of looking; his eyes were focused, earnest...
However, after a few minutes, Bryan White still let her go, cupping her cheeks, his fingers gently caressing. Under the light, the woman's face was flushed, her lips subtly trembling.
