Titus Zane lowered his gaze, his thick, curly lashes did a good job of masking the panic in his eyes, and his full lips curved into a tempting arc.
"A man as meticulous and observant as you, it's quite a pity you're not a detective."
In fact, Titus Zane had a bad habit of blinking unconsciously when he was nervous.
Just like now, his thick, curly lashes fluttered with every blink, opening and closing like a gracefully dancing butterfly.
Wesley Foley suddenly felt an urge, a desire to capture this butterfly, to possess her for himself, to be the sole person to appreciate her beauty for a lifetime.
Wesley did just that; he grasped Titus's hand and gently pulled her closer, while his other hand lifted, his slender fingers cautiously reaching for those butterfly-like wings...
Sensing something amiss, Titus lifted her eyes, slightly startled to see the approaching fingers, "You..."
