Perhaps she's saddened by the approaching farewell.
"We won't part." Arnold Simmons leaned in and buried his head in the crook of Hannah's neck, indulging in her intoxicating fragrance that kindled raging flames in his body.
Even though he was burning with desire inside, Arnold's face remained calm. Only his eyes gradually darkened.
He reached out, catching Hannah's fidgety hand. His hot palm firmly held her captive. Hannah didn't resist, allowing Arnold to grasp her. Her body wriggled restlessly and her voice turned feeble, "Do you want to?"
The man stopped speaking. His half-closed eyes possessed a penetrating gaze. He didn't utter a word, but his actions were dominant.
"Hmm, I'll indulge you." As the man murmured, he laughed lightly. The moment he felt her warmth and softness, it was as if every restraint had been released.