The scent of the liquor still lingered on Norris Moore's lips, with no warmth on her body, even her lips felt cold.
Rufus Swallow gently encased her lips, giving her a few kisses. As he gazed at her dim and lackluster eyes, he slightly tilted his head, resting his forehead against her brows. He looked at her face to face, with such intimacy. "Seriously, are you sure you won't come to me?" He slowly dismissed with a laugh, in a low voice, "For you now, it doesn't make much difference being by any man's side, right?"
*
When Trenton Smith came out of the elevator, what he saw was Norris Moore being pushed against the door by Rufus Swallow.
His arm around her waist, their faces very close, Norris Moore seemed completely enclosed in his arms, their posture a little too intimate.
