Her response made him happy as he leaned in to give her a kiss: "I know you treat me well, especially so, giving me candy, sending me flowers, and taking me to watch fireworks..."
"I like you, I like how you treat me, I like treating you well."
Fondly liking, coveting.
Unwilling to let go, unable to put down.
...
Clingy Mr. Quinn couldn't let Charlotte Allison out of his sight for a second, so Charlotte could only accompany him while he washed up and got dressed.
When they lay in bed and the light was turned off, the room was dark.
The moonlight from outside seeped into the house, faintly cold.
Lucas Quinn, who couldn't fall asleep, held Charlotte Allison, his chin resting on her shoulder, calling her name from time to time without growing tired.
Charlotte Allison looked at her phone messages, patiently responding to her, and by the time she finished replying, it was already midnight.
