Pretty Lips-I

Elise gulped down the saliva that filled her mouth before slowly compiling by Ian's demand. Parting her lips, she bit the end of the black leather glove he wore and softly pulling her head back to tug the glove away to see his snowy hand that had a little tan in it.

The carriage shook with more snow piling over the top of their carriage. The windows in the carriage had been blocked by the red curtain which deny others from outside to see, but at the night on the road there were little to no person who would be walking outside. 

The distance to go back to the white mansion was still far, but Elise knew they were not going to stop now. "What are we going to do now?" she questioned in whisper, looking up by lifting her chin, she met Ian's red eyes that flickered ever so slightly. His strong black brows were tugged a little like the corner of his lips as a playful expression spinner on his face.