Ferdinand was forcing himself to gaze outside the window earlier. But her husband couldn't stop his eyes from darting to her. He kept throwing her glances and she copied his example. She pretended to look at the scenery on the other window.
When he thought she did not notice him throwing glances, he stared at her. And his gaze did not leave her this time.
[She's always so pretty no matter what she does. It's so unfair. How can she charm me just by sitting there and looking out the window? I really want to sit beside her. But if I do, I know my hands won't behave. I will carry her to my lap so I can feel the warmth and softness of her body against me. And I would get to enjoy her scent much closer, and stronger.] Ferdinand gulped as he kept gazing at her.
He imagined her in his lap where he could wrap his arms around her waist and bury his face in the crook of her neck or in her hair. Then, he thought of kissing her just like that before letting his hands roam her body freely.
