Chapter 545 Breathe, Will You

• Silvery moonlight poured through the clouds and washed over Carrie Hewitt’s slightly upturned face. A faint blush rose along her flawless, heart-shaped cheeks.
• Her lashes fluttered half-closed. The two small hands that had been braced against Eric Goodwell’s chest somehow slipped up and around his neck, her pale arms looping him in.
• Zoom in and you’d see it—Carrie had gone from pushing him away to trying, clumsy but earnest, to respond.