Henry Ronan raised an eyebrow, his arm slightly tightening around her waist: "Do we need to be so formal with each other?"
Lucy Ansley lost her balance from his strength and pressed even closer against him.
Having shared so many intimate moments, no amount of shyness or timidity could stop Lucy's heart from increasingly inching towards him.
She looked up into his deep, affectionate eyes, feeling as if her reason and thoughts were being drawn in.
Without any extra thoughts in her mind, she stood on tiptoe and took the initiative to kiss him.
It was supposed to be a light peck, like a dragonfly skimming the water, but just as Lucy was about to pull away, her nape was suddenly held, and Henry took the lead.
At this moment, the living room was devoid of strangers, and the winter sun was bright outside.
Lucy passively accepted it, and instinctively, albeit awkwardly, responded.
