Claire Prescott, with a flushed face, looked at him shyly, and suddenly leaned over to bite his collar.
The pain was barely noticeable.
The young girl didn't actually bite down; she couldn't bring herself to do it. Her warm breath sprayed on his neck, making his heart itch. He simply hugged her slender waist and sat down with her in his arms.
Their eyes slowly met, and those moist lips fell into his sight, making it irresistible for him to kiss her.
Claire immediately dodged, her warm cheek pressed against his, cooling him down.
Keane Lowell smiled and allowed her actions.
...
Afternoon.
Returning to Sinclair Apothecary.
Claire Prescott habitually lifted her leg over the threshold, and a few seconds later, suddenly realized something was off.
She turned around, only noticing that the threshold had disappeared.
She was momentarily stunned, meeting Tiger's gaze at the counter.
Tiger asked with concern, "Sister Claire, how was your rest? Are you feeling better?"
