Lyra kissed him, just wanting to distract him so she could leave.
But when she noticed Morris's reaction after being kissed, his lips curved into a broad smile – not just a smile, but one filled with happiness –
"This is your own initiative."
His voice was filled with delight.
Gently leaning down, cupping her face: "Do you know what this means?"
Lyra knew but still shook her head, her tongue suddenly tied in knots: "I, I just wanted to... "
Morris's eyes darkened: "Just to appease me?"
His deep, dark eyes fixed on her, an intense sense of intrusion left her with nowhere to dodge. She understood what his glance implied — as long as she said 'yes,' she would see another side of him.
Not brutality, but... helplessness.
Lyra's lips trembled, trying to respond to him, but never managing to break through her inner barrier, becoming increasingly flustered.
