A Different Kind of Warmth 3

Arnold Johnson thought he could resist, but when he saw Victoria Garcia's moist and tempting lips, and the blush on them from that last kiss...

In Arnold's eyes, at this moment, even the description 'alluring beauty' couldn't do justice to Victoria.

So, liking someone was like this, feeling that everything else is not even worth a single glance or smile of hers...

Victoria was also gazing at him, the man who couldn't be called beautiful because that word was meant for women. His scholarly elegance and inherent cunning and ruthlessness were replaced by just four words: Enchanted Beauty.

Why was he even more beautiful than a woman?

A simple kiss did not quiet Arnold's restlessness, but instead intensified his desire for more.

His face slowly approached hers, leaving only a two finger-width space between them.

This close distance messed with her breathing and her ears started heating up involuntarily.

She was recalling that she had certainly attended a vegetarian banquet...