Looking down at her fidgeting fingers on her lap, Joanna caught sight of a sun-kissed muscular arm, which was exposed as the sleeves were folded up to the elbow, on each side of her seat, and a thigh in black trousers on each side of her thighs, which were wrapped in her nightgown.
Joanna sighed inwardly at their position at the moment, where she could only sit, trying to shrink away so that she would not touch the cage that caged her.
What other intimate gesture did he want to create this time? Joanna let out a quiet sigh.
Due to their proximity, she could smell the fragrance of the soap emitted on his body, which was similar to what one could smell on her body. Another quiet sigh slipped out of Joanna's lips at how confident he was in using her soap to bathe without asking her first.
