Pushing her nightgown up little by little, her flat stomach was exposed, making his gaze turn feverish, eager to throw away the barrier in his hand immediately, to caress... to wander... to feel her warmth.
His movements were always gentle, yet each touch seemed to stimulate her nerves. Alice Smith turned her head, secretly observing his expression, but instantly blushed and turned away, not daring to look again.
If it were a usual encounter with illegal drugs, she would mostly be very open, able to give him the most passionate response.
But the current allergic reaction only left her feeling like a lamb to be slaughtered, allowing him to take the lead, making her senses sharper than usual in the silence, leaving her at a loss.
"Why aren't you speaking?" Shane Winchester spoke as if intentionally teasing.
"When did you... buy the gloves?" Alice Smith tried hard to find a topic.
