Her hand still pushed against his chest and was still weak, but she could feel the strong beating of his heart; thus, her palm trembled with the note.
Their breath mixed with each other, just like their lips and teeth.
The moon blurred their shadows. Irish nearly melted into the man's arms.
After a while, Joseph released her, and his forehead was kept close to hers, palm covering her face. His voice became lingering and soft, "Has that man ever kissed you like this?"
Irish's brain still kept blank, and she didn't realize whom he referred to.
While he was also afraid of her sudden answer, he kissed her again and continued to be mighty.
"Ah…" Irish finally had reactions. As she opened her mouth, he grasped the opportunity and entwined his tongue with hers again.
"You hurt me…."