Chapter 14- a proper kiss
Lilian could barely handle the way he was staring at her—eyes dark, direct, and utterly shameless.
Her cheeks flushed crimson under the weight of his gaze, and before she lost all sense of composure, she darted forward and tugged on his hand.
"Let’s go! We should hurry to the cafeteria," she mumbled, trying to pull him along.
If he kept looking at her like that, she was genuinely worried she might stumble into the lake.
But Morrison didn’t budge.
"Wait a second," he said.
She stopped, turning back to look at him.
"What is it?"
Her hand was still hooked around his fingers—completely forgetting to let go.
He flipped his palm and closed his fingers around hers, firm and steady. With a sudden tug, he pulled her straight into his arms.
He lowered his head, voice low and magnetic.
"Such a romantic place... wouldn’t it be a waste not to share a kiss?"