Valentina Took the Initiative to Kiss Him

William didn't even realize that he smelt good. If it was the scent of pheromones, that might be a plausible explanation. "I don't know." She then lifted her face to look at him. William raised his hand, carefully adjusting the strand of hair blocking her face. She was silent, just looking at him, her eyes devoid of any visible emotions. She always looked at people that way, her gaze so indifferent that one couldn't guess her thoughts. Looking for too long would stir anxiety and uneasiness. William lowered his head to meet her gaze; he couldn't resist such an invitation, regardless of whether it was seduction or simple invitation. He lowered his head to kiss her, their lips and teeth tangling. She responded to him, so he knew he hadn't misunderstood though her response was perfunctory and he was the one who initiated things. It seemed more like she was letting out her emotions in this way. Once their lingering kiss finished, she buried her face back into his chest. William was kissing