Arthur was forced to pull away, though every fibre of him wanted to stay close. His lips tingled from the contact, and his breathing was uneven. He stared into Sheila’s half-lidded eyes; her lips slightly parted as if gasping for air. She was so beautiful, so intoxicating. If he wasn’t careful, he would lean in again and claim her lips.
"I… I'm very sorry. I had no idea you two were still official," the brown-eyed guy stammered, his gaze shifting between them in shock. It was as if he was asking, why divorce when you’re clearly still in love?
Arthur didn’t answer. He simply gave a curt nod. The man got the message and disappeared into the crowd.
Straightening himself, Arthur licked his lips, the taste of alcohol and something undeniably her still lingering. With reluctance, he moved his
