Intertwined Breaths, Room Key
“Agreed!”
Cynthia looked at him with a radiant smile.
Tristan gazed at her blossoming face, involuntarily leaning closer.
She instinctively leaned back, her almond eyes showing a hint of confusion.
The cool scent of wood gradually enveloped her.
He stared unwaveringly at her who was within arm's reach, their breaths unconsciously intertwining.
With a gentle parting of his thin lips, he said, “Agreed.”
His voice, low and hoarse, was intoxicating like wine.
Cynthia's heart raced uncontrollably, her fingertips slightly curling as she cleared her throat.
“Could you please keep your distance from me?”
Being this close always made her feel nervous, not knowing when he would lean in for a kiss.
“We are together now, and there will be even closer distances in the future, so you should get used to it,” Tristan said, his deep and profound gaze falling on the woman's moist lips.
“May I kiss you?” A blush of shyness instantly spread across Cynthia's face.