[WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS MATURE CONTENT NOT SUITABLE FOR YOUNG READERS.]
She turned to look at him and what she saw made her gasp. She was utterly shocked. The man who had lain there, silent and unmoving, all this time, the man who always seemed to be in control, seemed like he was struggling, and quite badly too. She saw the beads of sweat that lined his forehead, saw a few drops make its way down from his neck to his smooth, perfectly chiseled chest and his chest also glistened with a layer of sweat. He looked so damn sexy that Abi couldn't help but stare.
"Hmm? Why are you looking at me like that, Abigail?" he asked mischievously and Abigail still couldn't seem to get over this dreamy vision and continued to just gape at him.
Gladly, the man waited until she finally snapped out of it.
"Abigail, are you paying attention?" he asked as he placed her hand back on him.
