Fenton Stuart's lips gradually curled upwards, and he lifted his hand to cradle her small face, gently wiping away the tears that had unintentionally fallen from her eyes.
Gazing at the him in front of her, Belinda Howard felt hopelessly lost. Could he really understand what she was feeling with her own words?
"Try calling my name?" Looking into her clear pupils, he spoke softly.
Belinda Howard was taken aback, staring at his charming face. After a moment of hesitation, she slowly called out his name.
"An-, Anthony."
Hearing his own name from her lips was the most beautiful sound Fenton Stuart had ever heard.
He smiled gently, his face involuntarily drawing closer to hers, and kissed her soft, pink lips before Belinda Howard could react.
Feeling the warmth from their joined lips, that soft and moist sensation, left Belinda Howard's mind completely blank.
Is this, is this a kiss? Is she, is she kissing Brother Luke?
