Their faces were close enough, so close that all she could see were his eyes, full of deep affection beneath those long, dark lashes.
Meeting his gaze, Betty's heart tightened—a look full of longing.
Resistance, retaliation... all forgotten, as she stared blankly into his eyes.
Feeling no resistance from her, Abel was secretly delighted, yet he didn't rush to devour her with a kiss; he savored it slowly.
He wasn't sure if the young girl had kissed before, but regardless, he wanted this kiss to be the beautiful beginning for them.
She wore fruit-flavored lip balm, indeed, still a little girl at heart...
A fresh, tender fruit flavor, slightly sweet, which he really liked.
Unlike those other women who prefer lipstick or drinking or smoking... thus he never kissed their lips.
This guy, was he... was he driving under the influence?
Betty suddenly thought of this.
