Caleb Sterling's hand slowly moved from her earlobe to the side of her face, gently brushing past the corner of her eye. The distance between them was close, and given Sierra Summers' high heels today, if he wanted to do anything to her, it would be very easy.
But Caleb couldn't bear to.
He left a kiss at the corner of Sierra Summers' eye, and with a gentle look in his eyes, he softly said, "Cecilia, not here."
Caleb's hand slid from the corner of her eye to the corner of her lips, pressing against the subtle dimple, and then rubbed Sierra Summers' upper lip. In this regard, he's always been unrestrained in desires.
But he never thought he would fall so hard one day.
Caleb raised his brow slightly, seeing Sierra Summers looking at him with confusion, he leaned closer to her ear to explain softly.
"Men always struggle to control desire, and I'm no exception to you."
Caleb's meaning was clear: if things went too far, he feared losing control, but couldn't let that happen.
