"Do you want it?"
Arthur Lindsey's large hand wrapped around, gracefully clasping her waist.
A wave of warmth.
Instantly spread through her entire body, she nodded uncontrollably, "I do..."
"I'll give it to you."
Arthur embraced her and headed toward the depths of the willow grove, where the dense branches swayed aside like they were welcoming the most distinguished guests, creating the perfect passage for them to pass through...
Ella Lacey sweetly and curiously said, "These willow trees haven't become sentient, have they? They even know to make way for us."
"You're overthinking it." Arthur kissed her cherry lips.
Ella playfully bit back, claiming a touch of tenderness, and joyfully said, "Honey, are we being too reckless... Our main purpose today was to catch a thief... but now it seems we're about to get all cozy and roll around in the sea of willow trees..."
"Who said it's a lawn, huh?" Arthur chuckled lightly.
