His kiss landed on her lips, startling her. Iris Harris turned her face slightly, seeing the man's eyes, as black and bright as stars. Her heart softened a little, and she couldn't help but whisper, "Don't... There are so many people here."
"..." Brandan Hyde lowered his eyes to look at her, his gaze gentle like the water in a lake. He gently held her hand and said warmly, "Alright... then let's go home."
Go home...
Her eyes flickered slightly, and she lightly pressed her lips together.
Brandan Hyde held her hand as they walked out of the pier, leading her to his black Cayenne.
Sitting in his car, surrounded by his aura, she felt a sense of peace she hadn't experienced in a long time.
This change made her slightly wary inside.
When had this man, who had once been so cruel to her, started to make her feel safe?
He confined her, possessed her, yet also gave her immense safety and tenderness.
Such an extreme contradiction.
