In the car, the neon lights flickered like flowing water, Tim Payne's eyes reddened from the alcohol, his breath tinged with a hint of lemon already brushing across her face...
A proximity just inches apart, ambiguity surged.
In the sealed carriage filled with warmth from the heater, it made one's entire body start to feel hot; within Cressida Jones' sight, he leaned closer and closer.
Their noses lightly grazed each other,
Perhaps due to the alcohol, his breath was heavy and startlingly warm.
As their breaths intertwined, Cressida Jones felt her heart pounding like a drum, the car raced through the cold wind, cutting through it, as if she could hear the whistling wind by her ear, stirring her heart, making her breathing as frantic as turbulent rapids.
Her wrist was still gripped by him, she could feel the temperature of his palm getting hotter and hotter.
The sudden closeness made her forget to struggle for a moment.
