Cain was taken by surprise.
Then the fire that had been extinguished ignited with the fury of a thousand blazing Suns.
The temptation that spread across his lips was simply too divine.
His hands on her shoulders suddenly gripped her harder, forcing a soft moan from Roselle.
He had told himself several times in the past; the best course of action would be to remain detached and avoid romantic involvement.
That was easier said than done.
He pressed his body against her skin.
It was soft and warm.
He felt something poke through his lips and slide into his mouth.
It was soft and wiggly like a little snake and carried a delicate, fruity flavor he was afraid of getting addicted to.
'Like a tart cherry...' He couldn't help but think to himself.
Suddenly, Roselle pushed against his chest, forcefully breaking the kiss.
Although the tent was enveloped in darkness, he could see her face very clearly.
A deep pink blush on her face and neck.
