She wore a sweet smile on her face, pressing herself against him and tilting her head up to kiss the corner of the man's lips.
Norris Moore didn't speak, she just blushed and tilted her head up to kiss his chin.
She nestled into his embrace, her long hair messy, piled fuzzily on top of her head, and the way she looked at him made his heart flutter.
Sometimes a meeting of eyes can bring more satisfaction than a physical touch.
The understanding of hearts is more important than possessing each other.
It was a truth he came to understand much later.
"Trenton Smith," her voice remained soft, and the lilt at the end tickled his heart with the soft touch of a tiny feather, making it itch with warmth, "I'm a bit sleepy."
"I'll carry you to shower."
"No need." She hugged him tighter, "I want to sleep now."
"..." Trenton Smith was somewhat speechless; how had Norris become so slovenly after not seeing her for months?
