Maverick Knight adjusted Aurora Blaine's scarf, and as he heard her words, he gently lifted the scarf, prompting her to look up at him.
With one looking up and the other looking down, small snowflakes landed on their clothes. Maverick Knight's hand moved up, his large palm cradled her face, contrasting the warmth of his palm with the coldness of her cheek.
The man's eyes were as dark as ink as he seriously explained, "It's not your appearance, it's your eyes, and your personality."
In the airport.
The girl protected Timothy Knight with agility and swiftness.
When she looked over at him, her eyes were like obsidian, bright and pure, yet clean to the extreme, as if they could purify everything, invisibly drawing people in.
And then she changed her mind in three minutes, dragging her suitcase back the way she came, smiling like flowers blooming as she spoke to him.
[Since you're so sincere, why not take me home?]
