Ariella Sawyer's body fell unexpectedly, tumbling right into his embrace—
Thump, the collision of two bodies made a slight sound, not loud, yet in such a night, it seemed extraordinarily clear.
The sudden situation left Ariella Sawyer's mind somewhat blank. Her head stiffly lifted from Jimmy Evans's arms, and she looked at him with a bit of amazement.
Jimmy Evans kept staring at her, his gaze wandering over her face, observing again and again.
Their distance was close, so close their lips almost touched.
Ariella Sawyer had never been in love, never intimately touched with any man like this.
Staring dumbly at the man's face beneath her, her heartbeat was rapid, like drums pounding rapidly, almost audible through her ears.
Jimmy Evans was still gazing at her, with meticulous eyes.
