Just as Jane Sampson was about to walk out, James Black reached out, grabbed her wrist, and with a pull, spun her around directly into his arms.
James Black wrapped his arms around Jane Sampson's waist, but frowned slightly.
Too skinny.
"In a good mood?" James Black asked in a low voice.
Jane Sampson raised an eyebrow, her eyes full of laughter, "Not bad."
"Very happy? Like JSY?" James Black lowered his head, and as he spoke, his nose almost touched hers. Jane Sampson tilted her head and could even smell the toothpaste in his mouth as he spoke.
Mint flavor.
"I remember, you said before, if I made you happy, there would be a reward." James Black moved even closer, lightly brushing her lips.
He didn't move away, just stayed there, speaking against her lips.
"So where's the reward?" he asked, pressing his voice low.
Jane Sampson blinked, with a look on her face as if she didn't know what he was talking about.
