He was peering at her, mesmerized by this pure innocent soul, how could she end up here? How could he let himself touch such purity? Look at these lips, until now his lips just tasted blood, and now how could he press them against hers. His eyes graced hers but hastily trailed off another place.
"Y... Your grace, what are you doing here?"
She uttered. Her heart still was pounding hard as someone stuck there, kicking her chest bone to flee. How could he be so handsome? Hope he had a warm heart, she wished.
Wilmore blinked multiple times then made her steady. Her heart was beating fast but he couldn't smell fear then why was her heart overdoing the throbbing?
"This is the question I should ask."
Luna rolled her hand down, squeezing her blushed fingers. Her cheeks were burning and got pink. How could she become this nonchalant?
"I was breathing!"
