CONTINUATION
WHEN HYACINTH TIPTOED and she almost fell, Nathan’s capable arms stood by to catch her, their breaths hitched and catched. Hyacinth hasn’t been so mesmerized by another human being. That human being is staring down at her, absorbed as she was by the intensity of their gaze.
“You’re so beautiful, by the way,” he didn’t mince his words and watch her glide past by his arms. She was transfixed as he was, starng at him. She reached gently at him, her palms in his cheeks.
“You can kiss me,” she smiled drawing him near, being aware at his familiarity, his scent and everything that he represented – such manliness and boldness and strength.
She balanced herself and then she was glued in his arms, she tiptoed again and presses her face on him upwards, planting
