"You've won. There's no need for this." Hearing Clyde's deep voice, Hannah slowly opened her eyes to find herself not on the ground but in his embrace.
The crisp pine scent mixed with the heat from his embrace made Hannah's cheeks burn with embarrassment.
She looked up dazedly, only to see his chiseled chin and long eyelashes.
"How much longer do you want me to hold you?" Clyde's voice was filled with dissatisfaction.
Hannah hurriedly tried to get up from his arms.
However, without any leverage, all her efforts were in vain.
It appeared as though she was struggling to stay in his embrace longer.
Clyde felt the delicate skin in his palm, and he trembled slightly, "Ms. Carter."
Hannah's face flushed red. "Let me down."
"I would have done it even if you didn't say so," Clyde snorted.
