Jared walked to the door, ready to swing it open.
His hand had already grazed the doorknob.
Agnes' thoughts came to a screeching halt, she had probably never been this nervous.
It felt like she was standing on the edge of a cliff, with one foot already over the line.
The next second, she would plunge into the abyss, breaking every bone in her body.
A battle was raging deep within Agnes' consciousness.
Only one thought kept hammering in her mind stop Jared from opening the door.
He can't open the door!
The door was already ajar.
The next moment, Agnes rushed forward, wrapped her arms around Jared, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him.
Jared was visibly taken aback, his body going rigid.
His hand stopped in its tracks.
Agnes leaned against the door, slamming it shut.
A sigh of relief escaped her lips as the door closed.
All her attention had been on what lay beyond the door.
She was praying that Nocturne wouldn't catch a glimpse of her.
But now, the atmosphere had done a complete change.
Jared looked at her, a surprised look in his eyes.
Agnes' lips were still pressed against Jared's.
Their bodies were almost pressed together, their breaths mingling.
Jared's fresh scent, mixed with the familiar smell of his regular shower gel.
The familiar aroma left Agnes a little disoriented.
A fire was burning in Jared's usually cold eyes, growing hotter by the second.
Agnes couldn't tell if it was anger or desire.
Agnes froze, letting go of Jared as she leaned back.
But her back was against the door, she had nowhere to run.
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