Warm bodies meet.
Sophia Clark musters all her strength, gripping Walker Martinez's shoulders tightly, leaving him no room to reject or resist immediately.
A woman's lips move over his.
Paired with the continuous falling snow, it might even be considered beautiful.
Despite the man's frosty expression.
Behind the glass door, a narrow door connects to the inside.
There is a bathroom there, where people constantly come and go.
Warrior Tucker has just rinsed her hands under cold water. The interior was warm, enough to wear a skirt without any sense of cold. Still, her fingers felt as though they were wrapped in thick ice. The coolness seeping into her bones, spreading inch by inch into her core.
She quietly watches the two figures on the large balcony outside.
From her angle, she can clearly see some movements of Sophia Clark's mouth. They were indeed ambiguously provocative. Such a heiress, being so aggressive when she took the initiative.
Her gaze shifts softly.
