The elevator was cramped, and seeing that Maggie had nowhere to stand, Sanford extended his hand to draw her close to him. He turned his back to the movers to shield her.

Maggie could detect the pleasant scent of his cologne.

All she could see was Sanford's chest, which was wrapped in a white shirt.

With his hand braced against the elevator wall, it was as if he was cradling her in his arms.

Maggie's heart inexplicably raced.

Since it was too crowded, the two of them couldn't help getting close to each other.

They could feel the warmth of their bodies.

She shifted her position, attempting to create some distance between them.

"Don't move." Sanford inhaled deeply and spoke in a husky tone.

His heart skipped a beat unconsciously as he gazed at her shy and delicate face.

He could sense the girl's natural scent, without any artificial fragrances, which stirred his desire.

If she moved, his desire would intensify.

Maggie became aware of something pressing against her.

She lowered her gaze slightly, and upon realizing the man's reaction, her face turned entirely crimson.

Even though she was still a virgin, she had attended biology classes and understood what was happening.

How could he...?

Ding!

The elevator finally reached the ground floor.

The porters worked together to move the sofa out.

“Goodbye, Sanford."

Feeling shy, Maggie seized the opportunity to dash out as soon as the movers left.

Sanford took a deep breath and tried to calm down as he watched Maggie walk away.