A stern voice made us stop midway and the canoeman steps back. I dare to glance at Aresco who's narrowed unappeasable grey eyes were fixed on the canoeman.
The moment Aresco's stern eyes shifted on me, it slowly turned into warm yet tender gaze and my widen hazelnut eyes was blinking at him in an unbelievable way. His hands reached to the buttons of his waistcoat and he unlocked it. Gently, he took off his forestry, green waistcoat from his torso and in an instant, he untied his burgundy tie.
All of a sudden, I felt a soft yet firm hand around my waist causing my eyes to widen up at the quick sensation. As his hand was holding a waistcoat he veil over my T-shirt covering my waist and the exposed thighs.
