In a corner of an arcade tent, 2 intertwined shadows can barely be discerned among the few people focused on their games in the arcade.
Marguerite has her eyes closed tight as she lets Jurian's tongue roam in her mouth and wrap around her own, soft like a puddle in his arms. Her mind completely blank, she doesn't have the energy to be embarrassed about the fact that they are in a public place. Fortunately, Jurian made sure to hide her with his hovering body. No one pays attention to them and they continue to kiss passionately for an undetermined amount of time.
Minutes that feel like seconds to Marguerite pass, Jurian finally lets go of her with a cheeky smile on his face.
Marguerite is too breathless to glare at him. Her cheeks are redder than the current setting sun, coupled with her yellow dress, it gives her a radiance similar to dawn in autumn. Jurian takes her in, feeling refreshed by her presence.
