Fu You'an’s eyes shimmered. She watched as her delicate hand was swallowed up by his calloused palm, and she followed where he led, her steps trailing his.
She couldn't quite recall their dinner conversation. She only remembered him peeling shrimp for her, or the way he would rearrange the plates so that the dishes she liked best were always within her reach. Being in such close proximity heightened all her senses. Every time she looked up, she could see those thin, ruby-red lips, slick with moisture, rubbing against each other as he chewed.
They were lips that begged to be kissed.
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