His excellence was undeniable.
There was a coolness about him, a subtle smile playing at the corners of his mouth as she leaned slightly against him.
After they finished, Trenton Smith carried her out to the balcony and grabbed a chair. The two of them sat together.
Before coming out, he had even brought a shawl and wrapped it around her.
The moonlight was incredibly beautiful tonight, and there were many stars. The two of them just sat there, relaxing in the wind and gazing at the night's moonlight.
It was a rare moment of leisure. After they were done, they just clung to each other, feeling exceptionally good.
"Treton," the woman's voice gently fell.
Hearing her, the man, holding her close, asked, "What is it?"
"Sing me a song," she said.
"Why do you suddenly want to hear me sing?"
"It's not that sudden. I just want to hear you sing. Your speaking voice is so nice, singing must sound even better," Norris Moore spoke her mind.
