The soft light traced his tall, straight silhouette, lending him an air of domestic warmth.
He looked at the girl, his gaze so gentle it seemed to wrap around her like the softest yarn.
"You know about the Weibo thing?"
"Mhm."
As the man's voice faded, a slender, tall figure leaned over Laura Lowell.
Aiden Shaw braced both arms on the back of the sofa, enclosing Laura Lowell. His warm breath ghosted over the corners of the girl's lips, a barely-there caress.
A faint blush on her cheeks, Laura Lowell blinked. Her thick lashes brushed against the corners of the man's eyes, sending a tingly sensation through him.
*CLICK.*
Aiden Shaw's phone, held in his palm, had frozen that exact moment in time.
Laura Lowell stared at him in surprise. "Why... why are you taking a picture?"
The man sat down on the sofa with a silent smile, his well-defined fingers tapping lightly on the screen.
