Isabella Weaver only realized something was amiss after she touched it.
She silently withdrew her hand, lowered her head, and fell silent.
The air was filled with an indescribable ambiguity and... awkwardness.
Of course, actually only Isabella felt awkward, as Harry Hunter was thick-skinned; the word "awkward" simply didn't exist in his dictionary!
He looked at Isabella's hand that had pulled back, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and he pulled her into his embrace, whispering into her ear, "Don't worry, after lunch, you can touch it all you want at home."
Isabella's cheeks flushed red, and she smacked his thigh hard: "What nonsense are you talking about!"
Who's in a hurry?!
It was just a momentary lapse!
Why does he have to lean in to her ear to speak, the warm breath he exhaled was simply deadly!
Harry watched her blushing face and laughed softly.
He mischievously nibbled her reddened ear, then leaned in to kiss her neck.
