บท 161: A passionate kiss

She wanted to ask him why.

She wanted to say a lot of things but after his word, she could only find herself looking at his lips.

Her lips parted and closed again. She slowly closed her eyes at the sensation of his thumb that didn't stop rubbing on her chin softly.

"I won't do it if you don't want to." He said, but his face has leaned closer, with his forehead now resting to her own.

The urge to close in on those lips was so strong that it was a miracle and his morality that still made him want a consent.

"Max." She whispered his name, her tone coming out too tender than she intended.

"Hmm?" He hummed questioningly.

Her lashes flutter as her eyes opened and she realized that she wasn't dreaming. The closeness between them is real and their noses are now brushing against each other softly.

Her adrenaline pump and her chin subconsciously raised as if she wanted to go for his lips, but dropped back.