The night was deep, the moon gentle and soft, hanging high against the pitch-black sky.
The two met recklessly at the Grant Family estate, hidden within the silent, uneventful routine, a thrill hard to describe.
Where their bodies touched, it felt as if sparks were licking at them, nerves sensitively connected beneath skin and flesh, nerves tethered to the heart, carrying the pounding thrum of its beat.
Serena's hand held a box of cake, radiating a sweet scent, frozen halfway in the air.
Letting him hold her for a moment, she reminded calmly, "It's late. You should head home."
"Mm." Adrian replied, his hand still circling her waist, unmoving.
Only he knew—when he saw Serena appear, just how wild his blood raced, surging again and again, fiercely and joyously flooding his empty chest like the open wilderness.
The rose fragrance lingering on her was dangerously seductive—it seemed lush and dazzling, but kissing her revealed it to be the purest, most transparent scent.
