After the Start of Autumn, the intense heat subsided, and a cool breeze swept through the trees. Outside the window, it seemed as if the rustling of branches and leaves was thundering in Zoe Bell's ears.
Her face was held in his hands, and she was forced to look up at him.
Too close, so close she could see a dark shade swirling deep in his eyes,
His eyes were filled with her image.
It was probably because the kiss just now had been too urgent,
Too deep,
A rush of warmth surged to every part of her body, forcing Zoe's eyes to redden slightly, her eyes moist, her fingers fumbling, clutching the fabric at William Hale's waist, creasing it intensely.
Her legs felt weak, and she could only lean weakly against him.
"Zoe, let's change how you address me," he breathed over her.
Hot and scorching,
Barely touching her face, it deepened the blush on her cheeks.
