His smirk held a hint of lust, a touch of mischief, and an allure that was undeniably irresistible.
"Kissing you? I want to do that. But there is so much more. We will get to the kissing part if you're patient."
She felt the initial signs of embarrassment at the implication, but it quickly faded when Egon released her wrists, intertwining their fingers instead. She couldn't help but marvel at the sensation of his bare skin against hers—the small, repeated sparks and the undeniable sense of rightness it brought.
For one eternal moment, they locked eyes, and it felt as if nothing could interrupt the peace that enveloped them. It filled Adela, reaching deep within her, a blatant contrast to the haggardness of their breathing and the unsteadiness of their hearts. Yet somehow, the two sensations managed to complement each other perfectly.
