That night, Sylvan Cheney escorted her to the building downstairs.
Neither too early nor too late, the autumn breeze wafted, rich with fragrance.
In the dim hallway, he reluctantly pinned her against the wall, one hand braced beside her, eyes burning with impulsive desire and restrained control.
No one was in the hallway, it was quiet, so quiet that Jasmine Yale could hear her accelerated heartbeat.
Originally a calm heartbeat, now it fluttered with peaks and valleys.
Eyes locked together, Jasmine saw depth and longing in his gaze, a longing tinged with impulse.
Despite this, he forced himself to hold back, just gazing at her.
In his pupils, she saw her small reflection; in the dim light, his chiseled face appeared even more profound and deep.
She traced his outline with her eyes, bit by bit.
Sylvan Cheney leaned in slightly, his breath sowhat rapid.
At a re hair’s breadth, it felt as if their heartbeats were entwined together.
Jasmine’s lips, cherry-like and luscious, were invitingly kissable.
Sylvan’s throat moved as he stared at her.
Jasmine’s breath was scorching; she knew what he wanted, he wanted to kiss her.
Such dim lighting easily evokes physical urges, not just for him; she quite wanted to kiss him too.
To kiss as before, passionately and entangled, inseparable.
As he drew closer, she increasingly sensed the male hormones from him, which unsettled her mind, her heart slightly trembling, her whole body tingling with odd sensations.
Like an electric current surged through her limbs.
Having been rejected by Jasmine before, Sylvan didn’t dare act rashly; he leaned in a bit tentatively.
This ti, Jasmine did not refuse him like before; instead, she gently closed her eyes.
Under the faint light, her long eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings, beautiful and fragile, evoking tenderness.
With Jasmine’s response, Sylvan’s heart pounded forcefully.
He gripped her shoulder, tilted his head, and kissed her cherry lips, prepared to give her a passionate and fervent kiss.
However, just as their lips t, a stray cat suddenly darted out with a "ow."
Jasmine was startled, jolting slightly, and opened her eyes.
The kiss was interrupted.
Jasmine laughed, pushing him away: "President, go ho early."
His breath lingered on her lips.
Though it was just a fleeting touch, she was already drowning in it, like sinking into the vast ocean, unwilling to awaken.
Such heartbeats, tremors, racing pulses... she hadn’t felt in a long ti.
Like a tender shoot breaking through the spring soil, her heart had awakened.
Sylvan’s gaze darkened, truly both angry and helpless, his bloodshot eyes carrying a hint of fury.
Jasmine reached out, buttoning his collar and tidying his lapel, her expression tender like a devoted wife.
Right now, Sylvan seed to her like a little wolf cub who couldn’t taste the at, full of grievances.
"Alright, it’s late, go ho, tomorrow I’ll bring you breakfast. When you wake up and co to the office, we’ll et again. It’s just a night’s ti," Jasmine chuckled.
"Why not wake up and see you by my pillow?" Sylvan looked at her, slightly furrowing his brows.
"President, I haven’t decided on being your girlfriend yet."
"You wouldn’t dare."
"I don’t dare," Jasmine conceded, smiling, "I should go upstairs now."
As usual, Sylvan watched her go upstairs, only leaving when she was out of sight.
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