The kiss seemed to possess a tinge of madness, overwhelming, entangling, and uncontrollable.
Neither of them wanted to care about taboos anymore; desire had reached its peak.
After a long time.
She stepped back a bit, her gaze misty like spring rain, moist and soft. Gone were her aloofness and indifference, she was his blooming spring garden, clearly, she loved him more than anything else in the world.
"Sweetheart, can we cross a line?" She lightly played with his collar button, her voice hoarse. She couldn't control herself, aware of Jessie Woolley's warnings, but there had been so much going on today. Caleb Baker's problems had disrupted all of her plans, tangled up her heart. She yearned to empty her heart, to find a moment of peace.
