Walker Martinez didn't stop until he unbuttoned all the buttons on his shirt. The car was dimly lit, and the streetlights were far away, only enough to reveal his flesh-colored skin, his heaving chest, and his clearly delineated abdominal muscles. Each one was strong and firm, under such a seemingly refined exterior was a body full of vigorous blood.
He turned his head.
The edge of his glasses slightly refracted a tantalizing coolness.
He reached out and held the woman's wrist, "When you filmed your first TV show, because you were not familiar with the set and were afraid of making mistakes, you insisted that I accompany you. Before filming began, you said you were nervous and you unbuttoned my clothes in the dressing room and felt my muscles for a long time. According to your twisted logic, you said it could relieve your nervousness."
"Later, for any reason at all, as long as your mood fluctuated, you would also like to do this. Touching, and then proceeding through the door."
