"Uh… could you say that again?"
Alaric Davenport lightly pinched her nose. "Wasting time. You need to be punished."
"Ah…" Rosalind Lowell touched her nose, frowning as she looked at him. "I didn't do it on purpose."
Only after she spoke did she realize Alaric Davenport's face was just inches away.
The romantic tension in the air grew…
He half-closed his eyes, leaning in toward her lips. Just as they were about to kiss, a knock echoed from the door.
Rosalind Lowell pursed her lips, stood up straight, and adjusted her glasses before backing away, putting some distance between herself and Alaric Davenport.
By the time the visitor left, the mood from moments before was completely gone.
Rosalind felt a sense of loss. She pinched herself, a constant reminder: 'I can't let myself fall for him.'
Just then, Hope leaped off the sofa, trotted over with a toy in its mouth, and dropped it by her feet. Tongue out and tail wagging, it looked up at her with big, sparkling eyes.
