Iris Harris's ears turned red in an instant because of this sentence.
The man's warm breath brushed against her ear, making half of her face flush red from his voice.
He was actually very good at sweet-talking.
His tenderness could simply drown someone.
Brandan Hyde looked at her flushed face with satisfaction and smiled smugly, "How about that?"
Iris Harris lifted her eyes to look at his young, handsome face, his smile shining under the light, and felt a growing warmth in her heart.
She stood on tiptoe, gave him a light peck on the lips, inhaling the faint scent of tobacco and the sharp smell of alcohol from him, "Who taught you these words?"
Brandan Hyde put his arm around her waist, lowered his eyes to gaze at her delicate nose and long eyelashes, then bowed his head to capture her lips, deepening the kiss.
He mumbled, "I saw it online."
A kiss that allowed no distance between them.
Yet Iris Harris's thoughts drifted far away.
