His hope that these emotions would disappear was just wishful thinking. That spring day when a sweet smell traveled with the wind… Despite not remembering his face, Lily had claimed that he was her first love. By then, Ethan had already wanted to kiss her.
"Throw away the worn clothes with the stretched neckline."
"What else am I supposed to wear at home? A dress?"
Lily scratched her exposed collar and she glared at him. Ever since they started living in the same house, she would unconsciously reveal parts of her body. However, after the kiss they shared in the rain, it would make Ethan grow feverish even when she wasn't being suggestive.
For the last six months, he had been extremely troubled. Even now, he was doing his best to suppress his instincts. But Lily could never imagine he was going through something like this.
