Nelly looked at him handling the wontons so skillfully, doubting whether this was the demeanor of someone who usually lived on instant noodles.
Karl turned back and blinked meaningfully.
Nelly then noticed he wasn’t wearing black contact lenses today, and his original deep red eye color was exposed. This small movement brought a flowing, seductive, and deep red light. She crossed her arms and lowered her head, stealing a glance from under her eyelashes.
Their gazes met and stuck in mid-air, unable to separate.
The wordless tension gradually thickened, and Nelly bit her lip.
In the next instant, she was backed against the refrigerator door, a familiar atmosphere completely enveloping her, tightly pressed without giving her any chance to distract herself, with her senses only able to perceive him.
His body temperature, breath, lips and tongue, hands.
The heavy winter coat became a soft cushion, the only tangible support in her sensory impact.
Fingertips with the cold frost of frozen food packaging slid over her clothes, rubbing along her waist curve, moving up her spine; the biting cold was diluted, not uncomfortable, but instead intensifying the impulse with the heated friction.
Nelly felt the already limited kitchen space temperature had turned upside down.
The entire world in Nelly’s eyes seemed distorted. As she slightly turned her face, his scarlet lips fell near her jaw and neck.
Many words rushed through her mind, but after hesitating to organize her thoughts, she finally softly whispered his name: “Karl…”
The voice was so soft and tender that it made her blush.
Karl’s movements paused. With one hand supporting her face to maintain the encircling posture, he turned off the stove with the other, running his fingers through his now disheveled hair, seriously looking at Nelly and solemnly asking: “Is this okay?”
His voice was lower than usual, with a hoarse ending, and even though he was seriously seeking consent, it carried a different flavor.
Nelly covered her lips with her hand, feeling the heat from her face spreading to her hand. The answer was on the tip of her tongue but difficult to vocalize. Still, she broke through the barrier in her throat and softly said: “Yes.
Wait a moment.
