Sylvan Cheney lowered his head, wrapped his arms around her waist, and brushed against her ear: "Do you want to sit on the sofa or the bed? Want to watch TV?"
His warm breath teased her ear, and Jasmine Yale found it hard to resist, biting her lip and gently turning her head away.
From this close distance, Sylvan Cheney could see even the details of Jasmine Yale's eyelashes clearly.
Her rosy lips, fair neck, and delicate collarbone.
All of it stirred a fire inside him.
"Stop teasing." She pushed him away, "I'll just sit on the balcony, you go tidy up the place."
His hand rested on her waist, and the warmth of his palm seeped through her clothing, warming her skin, making Jasmine's heart fluster.
"Okay, I'll help you tidy up the balcony."
Only then did Sylvan Cheney let her go.
He walked to the balcony, carefully spread a soft blanket over the lounge chair, drew back the curtains to let the sunshine in, but ensured Jasmine's seat wasn't too exposed to glaring sunlight.
