His clear, tranquil eyes darkened with intensity.
He recalled that kiss from the early morning, when desire had run wild.
The taste of her—soft, silky, sweeter than strawberry cake—was an addiction he couldn't quit after just one try.
He leaned in slowly, lips about to touch hers, but stopped just short.
…Reason, lured by desire, tugged him in both directions.
He wanted to pull back, yet also wanted to sink into it.
Time and air seemed frozen.
Tension stretched thin between them.
After who knows how long, he let out a quiet sigh, eventually leaning back into his seat.
He loosened his tie and downed a large glass of ice water in one gulp.
In the back row,
Candice looked like a mannequin.
Even the angle of her tilted head seemed artificially posed, as if she’d been deliberately f
