The hand on the girl's waist tightened slowly, leaving no space between them.
He could even feel the fluttering of her chest clearly, as a wave of indescribable heat suddenly spread between them.
Hannah kept looking at the man close at hand with a smile, showing no signs of confusion or passion, just like the kiss at the party.
Arnold Simmons, somewhat annoyed, raised his hand to cover her eyes and severed her vision completely, rubbing his nose against her soft cheek, moving towards the touch of crimson on her face.
There was always a captivating fragrance coming from her.
It didn't smell like perfume, instead, it seemed to radiate from her delicate, fair skin, intoxicatingly.
After a long time, when the temperature in the car fell again, Arnold Simmons called the driver back.
The driver glanced at them through the rear-view mirror.
