Seeing the person in his arms stop struggling and nestle in his embrace as if she had given up, Chase Shaw began to relax.
'She must have some feelings for me, right? Otherwise, how could she be so gentle?'
'Touching me so gently, soothing me so gently.'
'She's like the bright, shining moon, and maybe I'm just a savage wolf that only knows how to howl at it.'
'Everyone loves that moon, wanting to scoop it from the water, but no one can truly leave their mark on her heart.'
'I'll just be greedy for this one moment.'
'In just a little while, I'll let her go.'
'A despicable person like me only knows how to use these kinds of tricks, unable to do anything open and honorable.'
As the long afternoon wore on, the light from the entrance stretched longer.
Zoe Pierce carefully extracted herself from the lounge chair. Her whole body felt stiff, but this time there was no resistance as she left Chase Shaw's arms. Her departure was remarkably smooth.
