The car door closed, and the inside of the car was silent.
They could not hear the sounds outside; only their intertwined breathing was incessant, rapidly speeding up.
Jasmine Yale's face turned red, her hairband had fallen off, and one of the buttons on her collar was torn off.
His scent lingered at the tip of her nose and did not dissipate for a long time.
This separation had been long.
She thought they would never meet again.
Yet now, his face was close, within reach.
This kiss was like a lingering drizzle.
Jasmine Yale opened her eyes, looked at his face, and his pupils, and she saw her own reflection in his bright eyes.
His long, dense eyelashes fluttered slightly; she could clearly see every subtle expression on his face.
Only, she could not decipher the emotions and waves hidden in the depths of his eyes.
Seeing her look at him, he let go of her lips, supported himself on the seat, and leaned in to gaze into her eyes.