Only then did Sam Noah seem to awaken from a dream, instinctively bringing the cup to his lips. But as he did, he realized the water inside had already gone cold. To avoid appearing flustered and foolish, he swallowed the cold water in one go, then set the cup down. It was only then that he noticed his fingers were trembling. He tightened his grip, relaxed, and moved his joints, then looked at her again, his expression still calm, even carrying a smile.
“Do you need me to teach you?” he said in a serious tone, as if he were going to teach her how to write or draw.
“Huh?”
Teach her? Connecting it to what she had just said, it was obvious what he wanted to teach her.
He wanted to teach her how to kiss.
Thelma felt her heart was about to leap out of her chest. She desperately needed to step outside for some air, to get away from this man, or she felt she might suffocate.
However, after less than three seconds of silence, she answered generously, “Sure.” Her tone was as calm as if she agreed to him teaching her how to write or draw.
Yet Sam Noah did not move. His body seemed frozen, and the smile on his face gradually faded. Seeing this, Thelma couldn’t help but wonder if he was joking.
But just like a bowstring suddenly pulled taut, he leaned in, wrapped his arms around her waist, and lifted her up. Before she could even gasp, his lips were pressed against hers.
His hot, soft lips felt like a powerful curse. She was so shocked that she closed her eyes; she didn’t know what else to do besides that.
His lips moved over hers, his breath enveloping her. He had just drunk a bit of red wine and had stepped out for a smoke, the mingling scents of alcohol and tobacco were intoxicating.
What was even more shocking was that after a few moments of this, his tongue forced its way past her teeth, boldly invading her mouth.
Thelma’s eyes were tightly shut, her mind completely blank, not knowing what to do, so she let him take control, fiercely and somewhat roughly claiming her mouth.
She had no idea how long they kissed until he finally released her. She realized she had somehow ended up lying in his arms, his arm wrapped around her, looking down at her.
The turn of events was completely beyond Thelma’s expectations; everything before her felt like a dream, an unrealistic dream. She had actually kissed Sam Noah.
So what should she do next? Should she pretend to be calm and say, “You taught me well!” and then gracefully get up from his embrace?
But she didn’t want to get up. This was the embrace she had longed for; how could she bear to leave? She wanted to stay, to linger.
So she stubbornly remained in his arms, nervously meeting his gaze.
His eyes were somewhat dazed, tinged with crimson, looking quite frightening, yet there was a sinister allure to them. So focused, so focused, as if time had ceased to exist; in his eyes, there was only her. He gazed at her, leaning down to gently kiss her lips, not as intense as before, but tenderly, lingeringly, then kissing her forehead, moving down to her cheek, and finally to the tip of her nose.
Such gentle kisses, the kind that could melt a person’s heart.
Thelma realized she could do nothing; her body felt weak, her fingertips tingling. All around her was his scent, intoxicating, the scent that belonged to Sam Noah.
A gentle kiss brushed her lips, and he suddenly asked in a hoarse voice, “Have you learned?”
Thelma: “……”
So was he just teaching her how to kiss? She felt a bit disappointed; she didn’t know how to respond. She had never liked a boy this much before, never anticipated his kiss like this. She wasn’t sure if she should calmly answer, “Yes, I’ve learned.”
Caught in this dilemma, she blurted out, “Have you kissed many girls before?”
“Mm?” A smile spread across his lips, he was charming beyond words, “No.”
Thelma let out a sigh of relief.
She really wanted to know if he was kissing her just to teach her, and if so, how would they interact after this kiss?
She lowered her head, took a moment to gather her thoughts, and cautiously asked, “Mr. Sam, you…”
“Call me Noah.”
“……”
Thelma felt her heart race again, her face flushed. She suppressed a smile and softly called him, “Noah.”
