His gaze, his voice, and his breath... left her mind blank, and it felt as if something was surging within her body. This feeling was like... Mabel Quinn's voice became somewhat hoarse, "Kyle Kinston... can you let go of me for a moment..."
A woman's instinct seemed to be telling her that if she stayed in this room any longer, certain things would become uncontrollable.
Just like at this moment, this feeling in her body was becoming increasingly harder to control. Was it because he was so close to her? Did he disturb her thoughts, causing her body to react inversely, or perhaps... had she always placed him in her heart?
"Kyle... Kyle Kinston..." Seeing that he still held her tightly, she spoke again, but this time, her voice sounded almost like a moan—soft, tender, as if yearning for something. And her hands, which were supposed to push him away, instead hooked around his neck the moment they touched him, pulling herself even closer to him.
