The waiting time is especially long and difficult to endure.
Previously, Caleb Sterling just nibbled a bit on the exposed skin of Sierra Summers, but now he's no longer satisfied with just that.
Whenever Sierra firmly rejects him, Caleb would hold back, but his face is full of love as he stares directly into Sierra's face, from her eyes to her lips, and repeats this action, over and over.
His hand too, holding onto Sierra's, kneading it, the force sometimes suddenly strong, sometimes very gentle, moving up along her arm...
Caleb's expression doesn't appear aggrieved, but with his usual indifferent, narrow eyes, he keeps watching.
Sierra can't take it.
She can't bear to let Caleb be like this.
So after a few seconds of persistence, Sierra half-heartedly hooks her arms around Caleb's neck, her eyes dazedly resting against the steering wheel. It wasn't comfortable, perhaps she showed it, letting Caleb see, and he turns Sierra around to straddle his lap.
