Her eyes, blazing with desire and urgency.
Sylvan Cheney caught her hand, leaned down, and took control.
The air was filled with fluttering and uncertain factors.
Soon, only entangled breathing and disheveled clothes remained on the sofa.
Jasmine Yale clung to him, unwilling to let go, like a child without a sense of security.
...
An affair concluded.
Jasmine Yale still held on to him, burying herself in his embrace.
Some strands of hair stuck to her cheeks because of the sweat.
"Sylvan Cheney…"
"I'm here." Sylvan Cheney also wrapped his arms around her, gently stroking her back.
"We agreed, don't leave me."
"Hmm."
"If there's anything wrong with me, you must tell me, I will change, I'll change everything. Don't despise me…" Her voice was very soft.
"There's nothing wrong."
"I have no other requests... just don't abandon me…" Jasmine Yale murmured to herself.
