"Don't move!" He lifted a finger, wiping a sesame seed from the corner of her lips. As his fingers brushed against her soft lips, he felt an uncontrollable wave of affection and instinctively drew closer to her.
The man's face magnified before her. Staring into his eyes, Vera Wave felt rooted to the spot, as if under a spell. She couldn't move. Not until his tongue slipped past her teeth did she realize what was happening, startling her into retreat.
"Mr. President… Good… Goodbye!"
She hastily opened her door and practically fled into her room.
Leaning against the door, her heart still pounded wildly.
In her mouth, she could still taste the faint flavor of lemon—the taste of the chewing gum he'd had.
She panted heavily, like a fish about to be stranded.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
There was a knock on her door.
"What… what is it?!" Vera Wave asked from behind the door.
"You left your bag at my place."
