The snowflakes twirled down, sticking fondly onto his curly eyelashes, accompanying his gentle trembles, forming a unique scene of beauty. Caleb Baker's voice naturally carried a seductive charm, when he unconsciously slowed his speech, the breath of each word felt intoxicating.
His fingers were cold, gradually warming up and becoming moist on her lips.
Yvonne Finley's mind was messy, her sight started to blur, as though her thoughts were lost due to his casual and ambiguous actions.
It was too ticklish.
Her heart was too turbulent.
Without realising, she opened her mouth, biting onto his moisturized fingertips.
Savoring the warmth, she felt the texture of his fingertips carefully.
Then, she said softly, "Such things are learned through practice, it gets easier after doing it a few times."
She seemed particularly enthusiastic today.
