She held him for a long, long time before letting go.
The shadows of the trees flickered on the car window. His deep eyes gazed at her, the gentle steadiness in them spreading out, as if threads of love were entangled her in the depths of his gaze.
An inexplicable emotion surged within her heart, ready to overflow like a breached dam. The more she tried to suppress it, the more uncomfortable she felt. She didn't know how to ease it.
So, she instinctively guided his hand to her heart and leaned in to kiss his lips.
The air around them seemed to heat up.
Keane Lowell's large hand pressed against her through a layer of fabric, only able to feel her breathing fluctuate. Even though she hadn't said a word, he could guess what she meant.
Her heart was hurting.
She wanted him to soothe it.
But now, he wanted to help ease her in a different way.
"Do you want to?"
A low, magnetic voice arose, and Claire Prescott's body stiffened, instantly becoming somewhat apprehensive.
