Their breaths mingled.
She felt a tickle in her heart, not a pleasant feeling, only by holding him tightly could she fend off some of that intense tenderness.
A moment later.
She loosened her embrace, met his intense, burning gaze, and said, "I want to kiss you."
It seems.
If there isn't a kiss here, she can't move on.
Keane Lowell bent down to kiss her, but Claire Prescott raised her hand to his lips, her eyes trembling slightly, and corrected him, "I kiss you; don't move."
Keane's expression paused momentarily.
Watching her release her hand, her red lips slowly approached, gently teasing his lips.
A particularly restrained kiss.
Keane's Adam's apple rolled as he watched her clear, shimmering eyes, and spoke in a deep voice, "What's the reason for this?"
Claire: "I'm afraid you'll mess up my lipstick."
"..." Keane was helpless, ultimately restraining the urge to kiss her, pulling her back into his arms, suppressing his desire for her with reason.
Just then.
