Stuart heard her speak, so he immediately sat up. He leaned over and touched her cheeks, gently trying to comfort her. "Don't be afraid, Edie, it's me."
Edie was so hot, and all she could smell was the familiar smell of his cologne. She started to regain consciousness and was becoming more aware of her surroundings. Suddenly she felt a pair of cold hands on her cheeks, and they were gently touching her skin. She slightly started to calm down.
Edie couldn't help it, but she touched his masculine hands. It was like an electric shock. He quickly took back his hands and turned his back to her. He breathed in and out two times and didn't dare to look at the beautiful woman on the bed. This was torture!
Edie felt his hands move away slowly, and her longing desire to be touched had intensified. The effect of the drug was wearing off, but the fire in her body seemed to be spreading rapidly. She couldn't help but whisper, "Stuart..."
