Carina's forehead was drenched in sweat.
Adrian took a tissue box from the cabinet and handed it to her, pointing to her forehead. "Wipe off the sweat."
Nervously, Carina pulled out two tissues from the box, stealing glances at the hands before her.
They were stunning.
Flawless porcelain skin, well-defined knuckles, long and slender fingers that looked like a pianist's, neatly trimmed nails with a hint of coolness, reminiscent of a work of art.
Carina thought to herself if only she could take a few pictures of them, or better yet, of the whole man, maybe it could spark her dried-up inspiration.
But she only dared to think it.
Divinity was only to be admired from afar, not trifled with.
"Thank you." Carina pinched the tissue and wiped her forehead. Her back was also sweaty, but she
