The heat from the room's heater was swirling around, their breaths intertwining without any restraint. They were too close, the sounds of their breathing and heartbeats seemingly inescapable.
Her back was pressed against his chest, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether the room was too warm or whether his body heat was a bit scorching. Regardless, she felt uncomfortable and uneasy all over. Yvonne Finley's two arms were circled by him, even though he seemed tall and lean, he didn't lack muscle and his strength was astonishing, "Sweetheart..."
Yvonne Finley's plea-like murmur was, "I was wrong, I was wrong, I wasn't trying to take advantage of you, I swear."
Her fingers moved a bit, silently raising three fingers in a place where he couldn't see.
She would never dare to touch him there.
Although...
She created an appropriate scenario in her mind.
Isn't that normal?
