The Seasons of Victoria Harbour

Belle took a step forward, slipped her arms around Feynman's neck, rose onto her tiptoes, and pecked him on the lips.

As Feynman watched her tightly shut eyes and trembling lashes draw nearer, his heart seemed to skip a beat. The soft warmth against his lips made it even harder to control himself.

Belle's courage lasted only a few seconds. Just as she was about to flee, her face flushing, Feynman wrapped an arm around her waist, keeping her arms obediently around him. Then he lifted her chin with his other hand and said softly,

"I want more."