When Sam finished dressing and was about to leave, Sophie suddenly reached out, cupping his face with both hands, and pressed her lips against his.
He had lost count of how many times they had kissed that night.
But this time was different—it was Sophie who initiated it.
When the kiss finally broke, they stared at each other in silence for a long moment.
Until Sophie's hands, wrapped around his neck, began to loosen slightly.
Her eyes shimmered with a hint of regret.
"You should go."
Sam knew it too; he couldn't delay any longer. He had already stayed too long.
The longer he stayed... the angrier the girl who might still be waiting would become.
Things would only get more complicated... oh, they were already complicated enough.
Sam took a deep breath.
"I know. You should get some rest."
Sophie, however, shook her head, her eyes now openly showing her concern.
She looked at Sam seriously.
