Lawrence Winters had just shared his first kiss with Kenneth Osborne last time, followed by several sneaky, teasing kisses that left a lingering sweetness.
This was technically their second proper deep kiss.
When it ended, both of their lips were a rosy red again.
Lawrence looked at Kenneth's lips, thought of her own, and hurriedly pushed him away to check herself in the bathroom mirror.
As expected, her gloss was radiant, and her rosy cheeks blushed even deeper.
She cupped her cheeks with her hands, feeling a bit shy, but her heart was sweet with joy, trying to suppress a smile but couldn't help it.
She lowered her head, trying to hide her amusement, but she couldn't hold it in, and her lip corners curved upwards.
She peeked up quietly and saw Kenneth standing behind her, arms crossed, leaning against the bathroom door frame, his phoenix eyes gleaming like cold stars, fixedly watching her in the mirror.
When their gazes met in the mirror, his lips also curved into a smile.
