Chapter 87 Shock In Disbelief

• Brielle couldn't resist. She stealthily lifted her hand and gently ran her fingers through his hair. His strands were slightly coarse, a bit prickly to the touch, and the coolness slithered from her fingertips like a serpent, unhesitatingly burrowing into her heart.
• A man's head, a woman's waist - they were territories marked for intimacy.
• A softness crept into Brielle's eyes, and she greedily lingered a few more seconds than she should have, caressing his hair. She whispered his name in her heart, and with a subtle sigh, she drew her hand back.