At this moment, Edward Harper's words were sincere, with a hint of pleading.
Clara Knox turned her head slightly, avoiding his fervent breath, but the next second, Edward's chin approached her again.
"Clara..."
He lowered himself, pleading with her, with a touch of helplessness that was almost entirely unlike his usual cool, high, and mighty demeanor.
Clara felt a small stir in her heart. She turned her face away, pushing him back,
"Your beard's a bit prickly."
Edward touched his chin upon hearing this and asked,
"Really? I just shaved this morning."
Taking advantage of his loosened grip, Clara attempted to escape. Just as she entertained the thought, he pulled her tightly into his arms and spun her around, leaving them face-to-face.
The posture was incredibly intimate.
Clara found herself most vulnerable to his charm, especially when he had been drinking; it made him a few degrees softer than usual.
"Clara, you haven't promised me yet. No blind dates!"