Lethia flinched from the sudden kiss—it was soft, like cotton candy brushing her cheek. Her eyes widened at Caelum, but the silver-haired man only gave her a crooked smile.
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't hold myself when I saw you smile. But I chose the safe route. Unless…"
Caelum teased, the space between them still too close. Her back was pressed against the doorframe, and she could clearly catch the warm scent of cinnamon laced with sandalwood spice from his Tomeron Sauvage perfume. She knew that brand well. She'd almost bought it once, seduced by its soothing, addictive scent.
Instinctively, her palms found his chest and pushed slightly with a small force against the solid muscle underneath his white shirt. Annoyingly, he didn't budge.
"There is no unless! Can you please not be this close?" she said, eyes turning away to avoid meeting his gaze.
