197 gives the feeling of an old married couple, the younger uncle feels like cutting someone.
"Click—" With the sound of the metal buckle opening.
Hannah Johnson's nerves tensed up, all her thoughts focused in the palm of her hand, as Fanta poked her head out of the cat nest, her lazy feline eyes fixated on the two people.
Their bodies were so close, intertwined like they were inseparable.
Fanta got up and paced between them, trying to draw their attention.
Isaac Shea leaned down to kiss her.
His breathing was heavy, becoming more and more rapid.
Leaning on her neck, his breaths were alternately light and intense, spraying on her cheek and ear.
The warmth from his breath made Hannah feel hot all over, her head dizzy.
She felt as if she was soaking in a warm spring, her strength drained, her entire body too hot to muster any energy.
She didn't know how long it had been—
Isaac Shea asked in her ear, "Can you call out my name?"
"Isaac…"
Hannah's voice was very low, carrying a tremble of shyness.
Accompanied by Fanta's protesting meow, everything returned to silence.