The kiss was especially passionate.
The limited space inside the car grew intensely warmer.
Familiar feelings and scents ensnared her deeper into the descent, her mind growing hazy waves after waves.
The red light turned green.
Their car was blocked in the front, and the cars behind them started honking, each beep more urgent than the last.
Owen Moreland slowly released the girl collapsing into his embrace, his dark and tranquil eyes hiding restraint and self-control, and then he gently kissed Amelia Clarke's lips, caressed her chin, and restarted the car.
His left hand steered the wheel while his right hand clutched Amelia Clarke's small hand, his thumb caressing the palm of her hand.
Amelia Clarke leaned on his shoulder, feeling that the past month was insignificant compared to these brief seconds.
The car stopped in front of a private restaurant.
They got out of the car.
Inside the private dining room.