His hand slid down to the young girl's waist and with a slight grip, he embraced her fully, leaning in for a tender kiss.
The evening breeze that night fluttered over the vibrant colors of the rose garden, the cool air solidifying the moisture that trickled down the petals and into the flower's heart.
The flower shivered slightly, dabbling cautiously, not daring to delve too deep.
Hannah's cheeks had flushed, her demeanor soft and coquettish, "Mr. Simmons, do you really want to do this and that, that and this to me?"
She unbuttoned his white shirt, revealing the finely shaped collarbone beneath.
The man was captivating, leaving Hannah staring.
Without a change of expression, Arnold stood up and leisurely fastened the button at his collar, "You're still injured."
Hannah looked disappointedly at him, "My wound is almost healed, it's fine, come on."
Arnold glanced at the girl who was anticipating something, her eyes twinkling with mischief.
