Thea Lynch's hand shook, burying herself into his embrace without daring to answer.
"Don't worry." Ian Preston stroked her back, "For me, nothing between us could be considered truly 'excessive'."
"Thea, you don't need to be so afraid of me."
"When I'm with you, I don't have much of a temper."
"You know, I'm someone with no principles, whatever you say goes."
Thea's heart was defenseless, she raised her hand gently and placed it on his shoulder.
The hand slightly returned his embrace, a warm touch coming from the side.
Ian lightly kissed her ear lobe, then her cheek.
Like a feather grazing the skin, making the heart itch.
There weren't many people around, a few minutes ago, the assistant had tactfully led the others away.
Across from them was a floor-to-ceiling window, the rain grew heavier, the whole sky was a murky gray, with faint flashes of lightning streaking through the clouds.
Thea's eyes wandered aimlessly, looking everywhere.
