He slowly leaned his head in, looking into her eyes, making her eyelids flutter like the wings of a butterfly. Their lips were merely an inch apart. Stella shut her eyes tightly, her hands by her sides, gripping onto her clothes tightly. She wanted to push him away, but didn't have the strength to. Her mind was in a buzz.
Looking at her natural pink lips, Adam couldn't help but think about how good they might taste. Just as he was about to touch them with his own, a loud clatter brought back Adam out of his reverie. He turned his head to look at the source of the sound, only to find spilled coffee on the other end of the hallway along with the mug it was in. He looked up from the floor to find the old butler rooted to the marbled floor, his eyes popping out of their sockets.
"Uncle Rob! Isn't it a good day to spill some coffee?" He said, giving him a toothy grin.
