Kaitlyn Webb bit her lip, blushing, looking around to see no one, she finally relaxed her mouth, but still felt restless.
Still, she kept her hands around his neck, staring at him with a smile.
"What are you laughing at?" Morgan Benson brushed the loose strands of hair near her ear, occasionally scraping her nose with his slender fingertips, his expression tender.
"I was thinking..." She leaned closer to him, carefully inspecting every part of his face; the man's skin was delicate and completely poreless, even better than a woman's. Her red lips curved up, and she continued, "I was wondering, are all men in the world the same?"
"Hmm?" Morgan raised an eyebrow, not understanding her meaning.
Kaitlyn suddenly blushed even more, feeling a bit embarrassed, but under his intense gaze, she still spoke up: "…Clearly you're so cool and composed, but once you get passionate, it's like you become a different person..."
