Sylvan Cheney rested his chin on her shoulder, his head gently rubbing against her, his lips brushing past her earlobe, the warm breath teasing her ear.
Jasmine Yale's heart was racing, beating faster and faster.
Her back oscillated against his chest, hot, her whole body feeling the rush of accelerated blood flow.
Sylvan Cheney's hands were restless, lightly touching her belly through her long dress.
The round, plump belly, the touch… it felt so wonderful.
He couldn't quite describe the feeling, but his fingers trembled slightly, and as his fingers were connected to his heart, his heart trembled along.
The sunlight streamed in, quickening his heartbeat.
He was somewhat attached to this feeling, craving more.
His hand lingered on her belly, reluctant to let go.
Every time the baby inside moved, a different look would flash across his eyes.
"Sylvan Cheney, you smell strongly of medicine," Jasmine Yale deliberately frowned.
