At this moment, the two were just a step away from each other. Isabella Foster could clearly see every pore on Alaric Moore's face, even his barely sprouted blue stubble and his sexy adam's-apple, they all looked almost exactly the same.
She once read on some third-rate website that a man's sexiest attribute is his adam's-apple, a symbol of maturity and a territory that a man cannot easily invade.
Therefore, her favourite thing was to kiss his adam's-apple and watched him repress and endure it, as if feeling a sense of conquest deep inside.
The man's eyes hidden behind his glasses were like the deep sea, stirring up slight ripples, causing her heart to be in an utter mess.
"Hellena Groove..."
"My name is Sanny Groove." She interrupted him.
