Charlotte Thompson hadn't yet reacted, already enveloped and melted by the intense emotions conveyed through that kiss.
Between the entanglement of lips and teeth, a sweet ambiguity spread, like a soft thread weaving and binding their hearts.
It was an inseparable bond, a connection that kept their hearts longing for each other no matter the time or place.
The bouquet originally held in Charlotte's arms also slipped to the ground as her limbs weakened.
Petals scattered upon impact, spreading a heady fragrance and romantic softness at the feet of Justin Battleson and Charlotte Thompson.
Not until Charlotte felt the air in her lungs was nearly depleted did she gently push against Justin Battleson's chest.
"There's surveillance in the elevator!"
Charlotte playfully glared at Justin, her fair cheeks tinged with a blush like the evening glow, and her shimmering eyes swept past, seemingly capturing half of a person's soul.
