He gently tucked her into his embrace. The young girl's voice was both soft and playful. She loved to be pampered in his arms, her face reddening with shyness, yet her eyes were filled with lively mischievousness.
She was always teasing, yet remained incredibly self-aware. She observed others as if she were watching a play. Many times, he was seething with frustration at her games.
The young, delicate woman could never receive enough affection, in the prime of her life, akin to a sprite in the mountains, making one unable to let go once held.
Slap—
The somewhat glaring orange sparks held a scorching heat, yet they still couldn't compare to the tumultuous heat in his heart.
Arnold Simmons suddenly spoke, "Does she have any other schedules after this?"
The assistant provided information fluently, "Miss Winter has a magazine shoot in two days."
