After an unknown amount of time, Henry Ronan ended the passionate kiss and cupped the back of the girl's neck, holding her close to his chest.
Lucy Ansley's head was in a daze, her lips slightly numb, and her whole body went limp in the seat.
Her arm was still wrapped around the man's neck and shoulder, and at this moment, it felt as though the world consisted only of the two of them.
The man was deeply moved, yet he refrained from any additional actions.
Lucy quietly leaned on his shoulder, the corners of her mouth unintentionally lifted.
In the tranquil air of the car cabin, she could clearly hear Henry's labored yet restrained breathing.
He wasn't out of control, but neither was he as composed as he appeared to be on the surface.
Lucy's heart softened, and as she brushed her forehead against the man's neck, just as she was about to speak, the arm around her waist suddenly tightened, "Don't want to go home?"
