She didn't react, so Wyatt Lewis took it as her consent...
Wyatt's eyes flickered, his gaze locked onto her pale lips. He tilted his head slightly and lowered his eyes as his warm lips gently landed on Aria Richardson's dry and cool lips.
He tenderly lingered on her lips, softly kissing them, causing her bloodless, cold lips to become somewhat rosy.
Wyatt looked at his handiwork, licking his lips with satisfaction. He straightened up, a faint smile dancing in his eyes.
He gazed at Aria, who still had her eyes tightly shut, his voice teasing yet carrying a different kind of tenderness, "Not awake yet? Then I'll kiss you every day until you wake up. How about that? If you don't speak, I'll take that as your consent."
"..."
"Alright, I'll consider that as your consent."
Wyatt smirked slightly; he thought if Aria were awake, she'd probably grab a chair and chase after him, calling him shameless.
What a pity, what a pity—too bad she hadn't woken up yet.
