Charlie was stunned by her enthusiasm.
He held the soft body in his arms tightly, letting her do whatever she wanted.
Outside the car, the wind was picking up.
Leaves rustled violently, and the willow branches swayed madly, as if they were about to snap under the pressure.
Inside the tightly shut car, darkness engulfed everything. The windows fogged up. A pair of pale hands slid down the misty glass, leaving chaotic streaks like they were fading from life itself.
The next second, a large hand pressed over hers.
Their fingers intertwined.
The fog melted into fragrant dew...
Midnight had long passed.
Candice leaned against his chest, unmoving.
"How long has it been past that half hour?"
A voice came from above.
She replied lazily, "Twenty minutes. We still have ten left."
Charli
