When Alan's hand moved to her neck, Aria subconsciously clutched his shirt falling into the whirlpool of his eyes.
Alan didn't kiss her and spoke as their lips brushed on to each other. "If I knew it, I would have hidden all the proof."
It wasn't the first time their lips touched but Aria was angered that time for being forced. Now she couldn't calm her heart and she was unsure what to do.
She was bent and only her toes were on the floor balancing her as his hand didn't leave her arm and he traced her neck making her twitch to escape from the touch.
Seeing his raised brows waiting for her response, Aria spoke but not about what he said, "I can't balance any longer." Her tone had turned very mellifluous and she tried her best to avoid brushing his lips.
Well! Alan didn't expect that kind of response.
She was either wildly naive or dangerously intelligent.
