*Jasmine's POV*
I was laying in his arms and felt the warmth of his skin surrounding me. It felt serene. It felt like coming home, although we were in a room I had never been before.
There were large paintings hanging on the walls, with golden frames and white pillars. Grand gold and crystal chandeliers on the sealings. It looked explicit, and much different from Benjamin's modern penthouse in Boston.
I traced my fingers up and down his chest. His eyes were closed shut, like he was really trying hard to keep them closed. His mouth was made into a hard line, with clenched jaws.
When I kissed his cheek he stroke his hand through his hair. That made me realize that he was frustrated.
His stubble beard was neatly trimmed, he looked so fine.
