Although the longing was almost unbearable, Morrison held himself back.
He knew that if he got too forward, too reckless again, this time she might just kick him out for good.
So after a lingering kiss, he let her go—
Instead, he held her close in his arms, gently stroking her back, calming his racing emotions with that quiet embrace.
Surprisingly, being kissed again didn't make Lilian angry at all.
Her head spun a little as she thought to herself:
Habits really are scary things.
At first, she had resisted every kiss, fighting it tooth and nail—
But now, after so many times, she had grown used to it.
She no longer felt angry or uneasy.
Maybe it was because she hadn't seen him for more than ten days, and deep down, she had missed him just a little—
That's why she hadn't pushed away his kiss.
Morrison then unpacked the gifts she'd brought: two dress shirts, a tie, and a wallet.
Both shirts were white, though the styles were completely different.
