"Tara Summer!" George Summer suddenly drew her into his chest, their upper bodies tightly pressed against each other, "Look at me!"
Tara was uncooperative and looked away. He suddenly held her chin, forcing her to look up at his face. "Look at me, look at me!... Tara, I don't want to deceive myself or wait any longer! I love you, can't you see that?
Tara was taken aback. She didn't expect him to express his feelings at this moment. She was utterly stunned.
Her clear and sparkling eyes stared at him, making his heart beat faster and unable to suppress his emotions.
He then lowered his head abruptly, kissing her forehead and her lips gently, without going any further, just pressing and kissing gently.
Tara's breath deepened, her small hand clutching his pristine white shirt tightly. A foggy aura filled her eyes, she didn't dare to move; her body started shaking.