At the moment the door swung open.
Her gaze naturally met the person seated at the desk.
Upon hearing the sound of the door opening, Claire Prescott abruptly lifted her head, and emotions surged within her eyes.
She set down her pen and dashed toward him with unstoppable excitement, wrapping her arms tightly around his waist.
Almost simultaneously.
Keane Lowell held her in his arms, the force gentle yet firm, gradually tightening, as if her warmth and scent filled the barren part of his heart, causing it to bloom.
His chin rested in the nook of her shoulder, the fragrance of her hair lingering around his nose; her presence, dustless and slender, made him want to become one with her.
His lips pressed against the back of her ear, kissing gently.
A tingling sensation spread from her neck downward; Claire trembled sensitively, instinctively tightening her grip on his arm.
