Vivian looked up at his towering figure gradually approaching.
She thought he was going to storm out of the door, and quickly stepped aside to make way, whispering, "Just leave if you're going, don't stand here blocking the way."
But the shadow stopped in front of her, not moving forward.
She was momentarily stunned, slightly furrowed her brows, and looked up at him.
He suddenly leaned in, and a familiar scent of ebony swept over her.
This scent instantly awakened the memories deep in her heart.
The light overhead was blocked, and the room seemed to darken a bit.
The distance between them kept shrinking until she could feel his breath.
Vivian's heart suddenly raced.
The wooden corner pressed against her back, reminding her there was no way out.
His lips finally stopped a centimeter from hers, neither landing nor completely leaving.
It was a suspension, almost torturous.
Not quite a kiss, neither close nor distant.
