Sylvan Cheney's heart felt as if a swarm of ants was crawling across it, making him tingle and causing him to involuntarily furrow his brows.
His reaction to her was intense.
He had always thought of himself as a very restrained person, but all his supposed restraint vanished when it came to her.
He couldn't even remember how many dreams he had about her, dreams filled with enchantment.
When Jasmine Yale's hand touched his chest, she discovered that his whole body was burning hot.
"Are you done?" Sylvan Cheney's voice was hoarse and restrained.
"No, almost there."
"Your movements are so slow." Every second was torture.
"If you think I'm too slow, call a nurse. She wanted to help you apply the medicine, and you refused. It's not like you're a virgin, why be shy?"
"..." Sylvan Cheney opened his eyes, sharp gaze meeting hers.
"Don't move." Jasmine Yale was afraid he'd lose his temper, "If you move, all my work will be in vain."
