Tears streamed from the corners of her eyes as Zoe Pierce wrapped her arms around Erin Xavier's neck.
Just as he wanted, she kissed his lips.
Everything around them seemed to blur, as if seen through a soft-focus filter.
Erin Xavier kept his promise and didn't cross the line.
But he did enjoy a few extra-curricular activities.
His fingers toyed with the tender bud, stirring the flowing spring.
His fingers were as nimble as you'd expect from a mecha pilot, capable of freely manipulating all sorts of complex buttons.
He was also perfectly fulfilling his promise.
To give her pleasure.
He guided her slender hands, making them roam across his pecs and abs.
This time, however, he was smart.
He knew not to ask Zoe Pierce whose body was better—his or Chase Shaw's.
He just kept making her remember him, branding himself onto every cell in her brain.
In the end, Erin Xavier carried Zoe Pierce out of the media room.
