Michael inhaled the cold air, his body defying the cosmic coldness that threatened to endanger his life, as it began to run hot in response to Claire's nervous heartbeat.
It was not only his physique but also his spirit that responded to her soft touch. There was no denying his feelings. Not after he had entrusted his life to her so many times, over the time they'd known each other, only for her to always have his back.
"I love you."
Not a moment later after the confession escaped his lips, they pressed against hers, their tongues gently intertwining. Her tender lips awakened a desire buried in his soul.
Michael leaned forward, and so did Claire, slowly giving in as her back arched submissively, her face inching away from the hard ground.
But before it reached the floor, her arms moved instinctively, positioning Mr. BunBun as a cushion beneath her, like a pillow on a bed.
