Morrison walked over and switched on all the lights in the room. His voice was low and steady as he spoke,
"Let's go. Head back early—you have a photoshoot tomorrow, don't you?"
Perhaps the earlier romantic atmosphere had been too overwhelming; the moment the lights came on, Lilian seemed to regain her composure.
She picked up her bag, eyes downcast, and walked past him. Morrison watched her retreating figure with a resigned smile.
The girl could change moods so quickly. Just moments ago, she had been completely lost in their intimate closeness.
Sigh—well, it was fine.
Slowly, step by step.
Still, he knew one thing: after what had just happened, she wasn't as resistant to him as before.
He could feel it in the way she had responded to his kiss—a subtle shift, but enough to tell him she was no longer pushing him away so firmly.
