Clara couldn't see in the darkness and grew frightened. Her body trembled slightly as she began in a quavering voice, "Seth, it's so..."
Before the word "dark" could leave her lips, they were captured.
Even when she tried to force her eyes wide open, Seth Quinn's face remained a dim, unclear silhouette. But in that instant, her heart settled, and every trace of fear vanished.
'With Seth right here, what was there to be afraid of?!'
The kiss was both tenderly lingering and blazing with passion.
Gradually, Clara's body went boneless, melting in his arms. Seth wrapped an arm around her, guiding her to a sturdier bamboo stalk. He pressed her back against it, supporting her upright.
Then, his hand slipped inside her clothing again, a searing coal that set both her body and her heart ablaze.
Clara came back to her senses, her dazed eyes fluttering open. Her lips trembled. "Seth... let's... go... home..."
"It's too late!"
