James Thompson was quite tall, roughly around 189 cm.
Julia Land stood at 170 cm.
She reached out her hands, stood on her tiptoes, and draped her delicate arms around his neck.
James Thompson raised an eyebrow. Her on tiptoes must have looked a bit pitiable to him.
He bent down to accommodate her.
His deep gaze met her eyes.
"Mr. Thompson, do you want to be my secret lover? My Honey Brother?"
Her breath was close to him, her red lips not really touching.
Their flirtation had a bit of distance.
His eyes were affectionate and soft.
Her voice was gentle.
James Thompson chuckled.
Only she dared to flirt with him and then try to take it back.
The man pinned her against the wall, his hands clamping down on her wrists, a chill breath overwhelming her.
The dim yellow light above made her squint.
She tilted her head back.
Her slender eyes clung tightly to his towel.
"Call me Honey Brother again, hm?"