Liking someone, her resistance to his kisses was ultimately futile; it did not take long for Camila Walker to be deeply entrapped by this kiss, unable to extricate herself...
She didn't understand when she had become so infatuated with his kisses, even missing the faint tobacco taste in his mouth, familiar and so soft.
As the kiss deepened, Clayton Howard's hand gently stroked her slender waist, pulling her close, unwilling to let go.
If it weren't for the fact that they were outside, he really thought he might lose control of the raging fire within him.
After a long time, he released her, gazing steadily into her eyes, very pleased with her deep infatuation; his mouth gradually curved into a smile.
So, she cared about him; since when had she started?
Based on her reactions and expressions just now, he was certain the woman before him cared about him—perhaps even more than he had imagined!