Being pinned under her own son, Sylvia got butterflies in her stomach. She didn't know, but she had subconsciously raised her hips and locked her legs around him.
Her heated eyes were trained into those of Lucas as he inched his lips closer to hers.
But just at the last moment, a scary thought passed through her mind, and she chickened out.
"No! We can't do this."
She moved away from the trajectory of Lucas's lips, making the kiss land on her cheek instead.
Her voice was authoritative, unlike the demeanour of the soft-spoken Sylph, which inadvertently made the disguised Lucas stop in his tracks.
"What happened? Didn't you also want it?"
"..."
Sylvia couldn't answer the question, feeling shame for behaving wantonly just a few moments earlier.
Seeing her being unresponsive, Lucy's brows furrowed as she tightened her grip on Sylph and attempted once again to force a quick kiss on her.
