The warmth between her lips set her ears ablaze, hot and throbbing.
With her palms burning, Zoe Bell could only grip tightly to sober up a bit, as her heart beat violently, pounding her chest and quickening to the point of inducing slight dizziness.
Last time they kissed, she was, after all, tipsy.
The sensations weren't as acute.
This time,
she was sober and rational.
While she was still lost in the shallow kiss, William Hale had already soberly bent down to pick up the fallen lighter.
He commented, "Quite sweet."
In an instant,
Zoe's mind went blank.
Mr. Hale, usually so reserved and dignified, was he playing the rogue, flirting with her?
Sweet?
What was he talking about?
William seemed to notice her thoughts and added, "The incense smells very good, quite sweet. I…"
"Really like it!" Zoe said with an awkward laugh. "If you like it, that's great. I'll bring more incense sticks for you later."
