Perfect for a kiss!
This was the only thought that appeared in Lucas Morgan's mind when faced with Chloe Grant.
Her lips were small, a bit rounded, and when dry, a little pale. But with a sip of water, they turned soft and red—like a delectable jelly, tempting him to devour them in one bite!
"Chloe, Mr. Morgan... what are you two doing?"
An abrupt voice intruded, breaking the gaze between Chloe Grant and Lucas Morgan, and they both turned away almost simultaneously!
Chloe Grant was frantic!
What was happening to her, why was she mesmerized by the scent and counting breaths?
At this moment, she couldn't even tell if it was anxiety or something else, her heart felt like a jumbled puzzle, beating erratically, finding no rhythm.
Compared to Chloe's panic, Lucas Morgan seemed exceptionally calm and composed.
At least, from the outside, he still wore that serious demeanor.
"What is it?" he asked, his voice low.
