Canillas did not stop inching closer toward Joanna, even after he noticed her flinching before holding her breath.
As if knowing where his direction was, he saw her close her eyes and lips shut. But she did not push him away, although her wrists that he held twitched as she closed her hands into a ball.
Smiling, Canillas' lips, which were a hair's breath away from the pursed, quivering rosy lips, moved up to press on her forehead.
Letting his lips rest there for a few seconds with his eyes closed, Canillas opened his eyes and brought his forehead to press on Joanna's forehead, where he had kissed. He then said, "I didn't blame you and wasn't angry at you. So you don't need to feel guilty."
