Jensen Sterling's breath suddenly hitched, the deep color in his eyes swirling like a frenzy, he slightly turned his body, concealing his unexpected reaction.
The night was dark, probably the best protective color, Jensen's years of calm had never seen such a big fluctuation in emotion, for the first time, he felt a bit of disarray.
Noticing the person beside him trying to move closer, he reached out and stopped Mia Sutton, staring at her for who knows how long.
Finally, he moved her legs and arms aside, placed the abandoned doll in her embrace, and then rolled over bed, heading to the bathroom.
Mia, lying on the bed, had no idea what had happened, feeling something in her arms again, she drifted back into sleep.
...
In the bathroom, water from the shower quickly cascaded down, landing from the man's head, sliding over the sensual throat, passing the collarbone, and finally merging with all the droplets to slide down.
