Because of the distance, her smile fell into his eyes, exceptionally clear.
That smile, like a drop of water falling on rice paper, gradually spreads until his pupils are filled with her smile.
So peaceful.
So sweet.
Sylvan Cheney couldn't help but reach out to hold her face, lowering his head, capturing her red lips, a kiss quietly descended.
Jasmine Yale closed her eyes, accepting his kiss.
His kiss was gentle and delicate, tasting every bit of her.
Soft lips collided, fused together, sparks flying, the temperature suddenly rising.
The ambiguous sound of kissing echoed in the air, only ending when Jasmine Yale was breathless and Sylvan Cheney had to stop.
He withdrew from her lips, looked down at her swollen, glistening lips, and his lower abdomen tensed unconsciously.
Jasmine Yale's eyes filled with a mist.
She was kissed into a daze, glared at him, "Go change clothes, it's time to go to the company."
