By the time Memoria Campbell put her shoes and socks back on and came downstairs, Reese Harris had already donned his suit jacket and was leaning against the car outside, a bunch of keys in his hand.
The way the man leaned against the car exuded an elegant allure, his lips curled in a gentle yet unruly smile. When he turned his face slightly to look at her, Memoria's heart was struck once again as if it was hit by a heavy blow.
A sudden contraction, followed by a rapid pounding.
She had been electrified by him several times that morning, and her little heart was already running on overdrive.
Sitting restlessly in the driver's seat, Memoria turned her face to look out the window, disguising her emotions.
Beside her, there was a slight movement.
She turned her face to see Reese Harris already leaning in closer to her.
Memoria instinctively shrank back, "What... are you doing?"
Reaching out for the seatbelt and buckling it in, Reese Harris lifted his eyes to look at her.
