"I'll make you say it," Sumire said vehemently and her hand on his chest crawled towards Mort's neck and snaked it. The hunk smirked at the maiden's audacity in his mind. His face remains handsomely frigid. Hundreds of the sky lanterns hovering above them dancing in the unseen current and the hordes of flickering fireflies make their magical evening so romantic.
She roughly pulls him closer to her. They hold their gazes, locked under the vast constellation. Their nose intimately touched and lips were about to seal. Sumire closed her eyes and was about to initiate the kiss when suddenly a flash of light points them coming from the lower part of the yacht. Making the two of them above the spotlight.
