When parting.
Claire Prescott's cheeks reddened as she met those intense, fiery eyes, feeling flustered. "You..."
For a moment, she couldn't find the words.
Even if unspoken, there's a mutual understanding.
Keane Lowell's voice was deep and magnetic: "In the future, don't kiss me like that in public. I can't hold back."
What kind of kiss?
Naturally, it's her kissing his eyes and moving downwards to his lips, like a butterfly fluttering over, collecting nectar from his face.
As her touch glided by, it tickled an itch across his entire world.
That feeling.
It made him want to resist yet also accept, unsure whether to keep his eyes open or closed.
Yet the young lady innocently asked, "Where can't I kiss?"
"..."
Keane Lowell was helpless, utterly powerless against her, and replied, "You can kiss anywhere."
Claire Prescott grew even more puzzled.
The next moment, she was calmly held in his embrace.
He said, "Let's hug for a while."
