His warm breath brushed past her ear, the stream of air grazing Amelia Miller's ear, leaving behind a faint blush.
She felt her heartbeat starting to lose control again. Amelia lowered her head, gazing at her fingers held securely by Norton Foster.
The man's palm was thin yet broad, its warmth enveloping the back of her hand entirely. Compared to his fingers, her hand seemed so delicate.
This person...
He's truly grown up now.
"What are you thinking about?"
He asked her from behind.
Amelia shook her head. "Nothing."
The man chuckled lightly, "Come on, light it."
He held her hand, guiding her to lean down and ignite the fuse nearby.
Amelia watched the sparks crackle and burn, startled, as she instinctively retreated into Norton's arms. The man chuckled softly, pulling her back a step, then tilted his head to watch the fireworks blossom in the twilight.
"It's beautiful," he remarked with genuine awe.
Amelia turned to him. "What?"
