Won't Happen Again

The room fell silent in an instant.

Liam's eyelashes moved.

From his point of view, only Olive's slightly messy hair and drooping eyelashes could be seen.

His Adam's apple slid up and down and he said hoarsely, "What are you doing?"

Olive did not answer.

Liam's hair was still wet.

The drops at the tip of his hair slipped from the side of his face and dripped down her chin, hitting several of them into her hair.

He stared, then slowly raised his hand and gently rubbed it off with his fingertips.

She didn't seem to notice and she didn't respond.

Olive was not short, about the height of his chin, but was quite thin.

At this time, her side face leaned against his chest and her hands clasped his waist, neither light nor heavy.

The sense of existence was as strong as a drop of hot lava falling on the body.

It lasted for more than ten seconds.

"Hey, say something."

Liam spoke out again and sai