The afternoon sunlight was perfect, its brilliant and warm rays streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the study, shining on him, and also on her.
There was a faint, sweet fragrance that lingered around him, and he couldn't quite describe what kind of scent it was, but he just found it particularly, extraordinarily pleasant.
The strands of hair by her ear brushed against his cheek, like a feather gently floating down, bringing a slight tickling sensation.
Ethan Hayes could only feel his heartbeat skyrocketing exponentially.
"Oh dear, look at the screen, focus, where are you going!?" Vivian York pressed down on Ethan Hayes' left hand, her voice carrying a hint of helplessness as she said, "Look, you died, you clearly could've flashed away to escape just now."
"Uh..." Ethan Hayes was suddenly pulled back by her words, his gaze falling in a panic on his phone screen, then on the hand she had placed on his.
