The temperature in the car seemed to rise all of a sudden, she involuntarily unbuttoned the collar, feeling a bit stuffy.
Her mind couldn't help but recall Sylvan Cheney's beastly nature from before.
Jasmine Yale blushed, opened the window, what a mess.
She couldn't stand the atmosphere in the car.
The evening breeze blew in, and she finally felt a little comfortable, but around her waist...
At some point, Sylvan Cheney's hand had wrapped around her waist, perhaps feeling defeated, he said nothing, resting his head on her shoulder, his hand gripping her waist.
As Jasmine Yale shifted her body slightly, his hand only tightened further.
That tingling sensation spread from her waist to her entire body, every cell permeated with a sense of ambiguity.
Sylvan Cheney's palms were wide and strong, holding her waist, refusing to let go.
His head rested on her shoulder, and his warm breath sprayed onto her ear, scorching hot.
Jasmine Yale was about to break down.
