Landon Lockwood's hand suddenly tightened.
His eyes were filled with suppressed anger.
The powder accidentally touched the wound, and the burning pain shot straight to his head.
Cora Lowell suddenly turned around, leaning in closer.
Her clean, bright eyes curved.
"Could it be, you've got a crush on me?"
She asked softly, her tone teasing three parts, probing seven.
The two were too close.
So close they could feel each other's breathing rhythm.
Their breaths almost tangled together.
Her breath lightly brushed against his chin.
As she blinked, her lashes lightly swept across his face.
Landon Lockwood's eyes sank, staring at her motionless.
His gaze was deep and bottomless; his breath slowly heated up.
At that moment, the door was suddenly knocked with a few "bang bang bang"s.
Lana Lowell's laughter floated in from outside, gloatingly.
"Oh my, Sister, you're hiding pretty deep!"
