For a fleeting moment, the sensation of an electric shock spread throughout Amelia Clarke's body from the touch of their lips, causing her to tremble ever so slightly.
The man's breath was unrestrained as he enveloped her tightly in his embrace, like his arms itself.
His kissing skills were quite mature, and under his advances, Amelia gradually lost her strength, melting into a soft pool of spring water.
After a long time.
He slowly released her lips, his deep eyes stained with restraint and forbearance. He lifted his hand to tuck the stray hairs behind her ear and rubbed her nape, his voice hoarse as he said, "You should take a shower and get some sleep early."
Amelia's eyes were shy and timid as she nodded gently.
After returning Owen Moreland to the bed, she went back to the bathroom to take a shower.
