Greg's mood

Greg waited until Sophia was sound asleep to sit up slightly. He looked at her small, bent figure and raised his hand to caress her frail shoulders marked by their recent passion.

How he loves this girl.! When he came to see her tonight, he never imagined that she would make such a tempting request. But it was not to displease him. He liked her request so much he had been addicted to her, to her smell recently.

Her burning touch and the sensations that sex with her gives him.

He leaned down slightly and kissed her shoulders feeling her stir slightly before leaning back on his elbow to gaze at her in her sleep.

He started playing with her hair, wrapping it around his finger and finally, he saw her turn to rest her face against his chest. He sighed as he realized earlier that she would have liked to know what he looked like, even while they were doing it. She tried to get a distinct glimpse of his face despite his locks but he didn't allow her to do it.

Why is he doing this exact