"You can love me as a sister, or anything else, and I'll be your closest family. I'll stand by you through the cold nights in the storm, and walk with you under the scorching sun of summer. I will always be there, accompanying you through all the seasons, as your family, always by your side."
Jorge Saxton was stunned, deeply moved by Lydia Brooke's words. Before he had a chance to react, Lydia was already holding his face and kissed his thin lips.
The kiss was fervent and sincere, with deep affection and searing warmth, gradually dispelling the coldness from his body.
Jorge's reddened eyes flickered as he reversed his passive stance to active, assertively deepening the kiss.
The night was cool as water, and in the living room, the temperatures of the two kissing bodies were rising, their rationality slowly dissolving.
Impulse is the factor lingering in the bodies of the young, sparking flames with no thought of retreat.
Everything felt so natural, beyond control...
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