Nikolai glanced at Clara's dark eyes, losing himself as she stroked his cheek with her delicate fingertips. A breeze of sweet, vanilla-scented air filled his lungs as she leaned against his chest, while she looked up at him.
"Clara."
Nikolai paused, his hand almost touching her face. Once, he had lost his composure and taken her virginity. Since that night, he hadn't crossed the line again.
She blinked before narrowing them gently. "It's okay."
His chest pounded as she leaned closer, Clara's sudden assertiveness pushing everything else away. He couldn't remove his gaze as she cupped his face with both hands. His throat tightened as her body pressed against his.
'Her hands are so cold...'
He placed a hand on her plump hips and pulled her close.
The alluring scent of vanilla and honey grew stronger the moment she leaned against his chest, with both hands squeezing his cheeks.
"Brother~ I almost fell!" She scolded.
