Their lips pressed tightly together, their breaths intermingling.
It all happened so fast that Glenn Hutchinson was still in a daze when Flossie Wright had already taken the opportunity to wrap her arms around his neck and deepen this sudden kiss.
For a long while.
The hand that had clasped Glenn's neck loosened, and Flossie Wright turned her head, taking deep breaths. Her dark eyes shone with moisture but were veiled in layers of misty fog.
"Flossie Wright…"
With his lips still pressed against hers and steadying his uneven breath, Glenn Hutchinson softly called out.
"Mhm."
Flossie Wright responded with furrowed brows.
His gaze shifted slightly and Glenn Hutchinson lowered his eyes, looking carefully at the person in his embrace.
Her gaze drifted into the distance, her brows furrowing slightly, a pale blush tinting her fair face, her breathing still not quite settled.
It was unknown what she was thinking about.
There was no coldness, no murderous intent, no hatred.
