Putting her hand into Nicholas Croft’s palm, Sophie Foster puffed up her cheeks and said, "Uncle, wait for a mont, I’ll go get my bag."
Nicholas Croft lowered his gaze, the tall and slender man, whose line of sight included the girl’s heavily made-up upturned small face with those striking red lips that stood out under the dim lighting, slightly pursed, resembling a little chick’s behind, a bit tangled yet very cute.
The scene of her forcefully kissing him that night unconsciously popped up, though it was just a soft touch, yet the gentle sensation seed to still linger on his lips, suppressing the desire to experience it once more, Nicholas Croft responded lightly, "Go ahead."
Watching Sophie Foster’s figure walking in a certain direction, a faint curve appeared at the corner of Nicholas Croft’s lips.
After a few days of interaction, he wasn’t sure if it was just his imagination, but he felt like the little kitten seed very dependent on him, sowhat like a daughter relying on her father.
A few minutes later, Sophie Foster appeared in Nicholas Croft’s line of sight again, with a studded backpack slung over her shoulder, her purple wig gone, and her head full of dreadlocks, which actually matched her little leather jacket quite well.
Looking in the direction where she had just parted from Nicholas Croft, not seeing anyone, she craned her neck, searching around.
"Here." Resting on the bar, Nicholas Croft waved to her, and Sophie Foster turned around at the sound, curling her lips when she saw the tall and handso man in front of the bar.
Her steps didn’t quicken; instead, they slowed down a bit, cheeks puffing slightly with a hint of shyness.
"Uncle, where are we going?" Walking up to Nicholas Croft, Sophie Foster asked, her height, thanks to her flat Martin boots, only reaching Nicholas Croft’s chin.
"You’ll know when we get there." Glancing over slightly, Nicholas Croft grabbed Sophie’s small hand and strode toward the nightclub entrance.
Having drunk quite a bit, he didn’t drive himself, and pulling Sophie along, they got in a taxi and reported the hotel na.
Nicholas Croft could sense Sophie’s nervousness, her small hand clutched unknowingly, even sweating in the palm.
Turning his eyes to Sophie, Nicholas Croft asked with a seemingly amused tone, "Are you always this nervous?"
Sophie Foster was startled for a mont, then realized what Nicholas Croft ant and chuckled, "No... it’s just been a long ti since I’ve had a hookup."
Nicholas Croft raised an eyebrow, his eyes evidently probing, wanting to ask sothing, but fell silent upon noticing the curious glance from the driver in the rearview mirror.
The taxi stopped at the hotel entrance, Nicholas Croft pulled out a large bill from his wallet for the driver and then led Sophie out of the car with large strides, even in flat Martin boots, Sophie had to jog along.
Knowing clearly what was about to happen, Sophie Foster kept her lips tightly sealed and nerves tense; it was her first ti, inevitably making her nervous. Although she knew the handso uncle only wanted a fling with her, she couldn’t refuse because if she didn’t agree... she might never see him again.
Even though she knew in her heart that whatever happened wouldn’t last, she still couldn’t let go of this temporary, purpose-driven warmth.
Tense with nerves, Sophie was led by Nicholas Croft into the elevator, her small face taut as if about to face so important event, standing next to Nicholas Croft, lips pressed tightly, watching ahead.
"Nervous?" Nicholas Croft turned his eyes and glanced over faintly, the corner of his lips holding a tiny curve. Due to nervousness, Sophie’s head-turning motion seed a bit neurotic as she looked at Nicholas Croft, forcing a smile, "It’s okay, just not used to coming to such a high-end hotel for the first ti."
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