Hannah Hale's eyelashes fluttered, and she leaned back slightly. "You're my boyfriend. It's only normal for me to be worried about you. I'll go get you a glass of water so you can take your medicine."
"Why do I get the feeling you're blushing?"
'He's so close, how could I not blush?'
Hannah Hale stood up from the sofa. "Um, I'll just go... Ah."
Before she could finish her sentence, Morgan Joyce grabbed her wrist and, with a gentle tug, pulled her into his arms. "Why are you running?"
"I'm not running, I was just going to get you a glass of water. Let me go."
Meeting Morgan Joyce's deep, affectionate gaze, Hannah Hale's breathing grew ragged. 'What am I so nervous about?'
Morgan Joyce's long, slender fingers rested on the girl's chin, lifting it gently. The next second, his lips found hers with perfect accuracy.
The fresh scent of mint filled her senses as Hannah Hale slowly closed her eyes, her fair face unable to hide her excitement and blush.
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