Christopher Scott looked into Sophia Bennett's expectant eyes, unable to guess whether she was hoping for a kiss of gratitude from him, or if she was waiting for an answer, an answer that he was willing to give a try.
If it was an answer she wanted, that was clearly impossible.
Their eyes met, and Christopher took a deep breath, suddenly leaning forward, and accurately but silently kissed Sophia on the lips.
His kiss was so light that it gave Sophia the illusion he had merely bumped into her by accident.
Sophia's eyes widened in surprise, and she saw Christopher with his eyes closed, his eyelashes long, dark, and beautiful.
But what was sad was that his eyelashes suddenly became damp.
Sophia felt Christopher's gentle and soft kiss, her heart aching like it was being cut by a knife.
She knew that Christopher was not kissing her willingly; he simply didn't want to owe her anything, didn't want any more entanglements with her.
