In the dimly lit room, a gentle breeze rustled the curtains, casting the delicate and soft glow of the brightly lit fireworks from outside. The vibrant shadow of colors kissed the contours of their faces as Jin held his breath.
His eyes locked for a brief moment, surprise evident in his expression and so was a hint of uncertainty. Hia heart raced, a mix of emotions flooding his senses. On one side, the time back in the restaurant invaded his thoughts and now his acute senses were too sensitive to feel the brush of Shui's chest against his. He held in his breath, trying to think of random thoughts but failing to do so. On the other side, an equally strong sense of responsibility trapped his heart into a prison-like state where he knew for certain that he should be getting off Shui and immediately leave the fleeting embrace he was in.
