Arabella Vanderbilt's back involuntarily pressed closer to the wall, somewhat stiff.
A pair of starry eyes hastily glanced at him, then turned her head aside.
Joel Russo's warm fingers gently traced her pale and clean face, eventually, his slightly curved finger lingered on her delicate and sharp chin, hooking her chin, turning her face back to him, and then slowly lifted it, forcing her to meet his gaze.
Arabella could only look at him and slightly curled her lips.
Joel Russo's dark eyes stared into hers, as if trying to see right through her.
"Do you know what I want to do?"
Arabella nodded lightly, a faint smile in her eyes, "I have an idea."
Joel Russo's fingers caressed her chin, chuckling softly, "Tell me, what do I want to do?"
"Kiss me."
Joel Russo curved his lips, his voice brimming with a low, mellow pleasure.
"Alright."
Arabella paused for a moment, quickly realizing he might have gotten something wrong, and hurriedly said:
"What I mean is, you want to…"
