The breaths of the two were only inches apart, intertwining so closely that they could easily feel the temperature of each other's breath.
Arabella Vanderbilt's heart felt like it was about to leap out of her chest. She wanted to refuse, but he was too close to her, and she couldn't find even the smallest gap to move.
Her body could only lean further back, but Joel Russo's breath chased even closer, their noses almost touching.
His scent surrounded her completely.
Finally unable to endure it any longer, Arabella extended her hand and pushed against Joel Russo's neatly pressed suit jacket shoulder.
"Joel Russo..."
She softly began to speak to stop him, but as she opened her mouth, her slightly moving lips brushed against his thin lips.
The cool temperature, the soft touch.
Joel Russo's deep eyes imperceptibly shrank, that fleeting touch momentarily set her heart and mind racing.
Before it even started, it was already over.
Afterward, there was an itching, unfinished desire.
