Sylvia was suddenly too aware of how close the man was to her. They were both lying on the bed, turned towards each other, their faces only a sliver apart.
She felt too conscious to even breathe properly. However, she could see that he had no trouble breathing as his warmth brushed her face.
Mikel smiled, seeing the dazed reaction on the woman's face. She was still a puzzle to him, her actions at times being innocent and pure and at times being sinfully intoxicating.
He wondered which was the real her or perhaps they were both equal parts of her. He extended his hand forward, his fingers stroking her face gently and tracing a line up her cheek.
"What am I doing?" Mikel sighed and turned away, pulling his hand back.
Sylvia gulped and she found herself pulling her body closer to him as he pulled away from her. She raised her head to lay on top of his chest and her one hand slithered on his waist, wrapping around him gently.
