"When did I move around?" For no reason, Irish was perturbed and resorted to acting. She also wanted to move away from his hands that overlaid her waist.
"What do you say?" Instead of moving his arms, he tightened around her, embracing her into his arms, and smiled softly.
His magnetic voice warmed into her heart while his thin lips rubbed her earlobe unintentionally. He murmured something to her that sounded sentimental.
The man's hot breath lingered in her ears.
Her rational consciousness, which she was proud of, began to collapse.
"Move over. Don't stick close to me. I feel hot." It was really hot, and Irish felt she was on fire. It seemed that Joseph's chest that pressed against was like boiling hot water igniting some strange feelings inside her.
