"That's how we should be, right?" Neil looked at his own hands, which were intertwined between Lia's fingers. The softness of the girl's skin hit his sense of touch, awakening the masculine sides he had always held back.
The beauty of the girl in front of him had been able to absorb all of his most core consciousness. Neil seemed to stagger, falling into a shallow hole of consciousness.
His body pressed closer to Lia, putting his shoulder on her shoulder. Then his head rested on Lia's shoulder, looking straight at her curly eyelashes. Moving on to her plump, plump lips, and then on to the other immeasurably beautiful parts.
How much Neil wanted Lia, how he wanted to start a loving chapter with Lia.
His lips kissed the back of Lia's hand, then absorbed the scent from the girl's wrist. When he saw Lia writhing, Neil was still silent and did not change his position.
