"Clara, do you want to touch it?"
He said this with an innocent expression, eyes clear, as if he were suggesting something completely ordinary.
Clara desperately wondered if she was appearing too thirsty.
Seeing her reaction, Jack moved closer, closing the gap between them.
The scent of his hormones overwhelmed her, and something in her brain seemed to have snapped.
She told herself not to, but her hand disobediently reached out.
The moment her fingertips touched his skin, she quickly recoiled, feeling the heat travel from her fingers to her cheeks.
The sensation, combined with Jack's handsome face, made Clara's imagination run wild.
The scenarios in her head became growingly sensual.
"Clara..." Jack's voice was husky and restrained.
His gaze, filled with des
