Paul's POV.
My gaze bore into mine, a mixture of curiosity and desire dancing in those deep, intense eyes of mine. It was a moment charged with anticipation, where the lines between playfulness and sincerity blurred.
As I noticed Elena's peculiar way of asking questions, a sense of intrigue and concern filled my thoughts. Something about her behavior felt different, like a shift in the atmosphere between us. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but I knew I needed to understand what was happening.
Gently, I scooped her up onto my lap, holding her with a delicate touch. Elena's response, however, was unexpected. She bit her lip sensually, a gesture I had never seen her make before. The unfamiliarity of her expression left me puzzled and concerned.
"Elena," I whispered her name softly, my voice a mix of tenderness and curiosity. But she continued to caress my lips with her fingertips, as if lost in her own world and unresponsive to my words.
