A moist sensation spread across her lips, causing Charlotte Thompson to anxiously tug at the corner of her clothes.
The occasional envious laughter of the nearby NPCs made her feel somewhat shy.
"That's enough." She gently pushed Justin Battleson away, her fair, slender fingertips brushing across his chest to remind him to be mindful of their surroundings.
"Hmm, you shouldn't be scared now," Justin Battleson smiled teasingly, a hint of mockery about Charlotte's earlier timidity in his voice.
Charlotte Thompson looked down, a hint of satisfaction flashing in her clear eyes.
How could she possibly be afraid of those ghosts?
She gently pressed her lips together, a trace of Justin Battleson's taste still lingering there, making her chuckle in amusement.
Battleson had already walked ahead. He turned around to see Charlotte spacing out and gently urged her, "Come on, I'll hold your hand."
"Alright." Charlotte Thompson softly answered, reaching out her hand to him.