19. Cold Showers

Roseline's POV

He opened the lace and now my cleavage came into his view. With a gentle tug, the fabric parted, revealing a glimpse of my cleavage. I felt a rush of warmth spread through me as his eyes remained fixed on my face, refusing to wander down to the exposed skin that was right in front of his face and was being fanned by his heightened breath.

My face turned bright red, giving away the rush of emotions I was feeling. The air crackled with tension as we continued to lock eyes. My heart thumped loudly in my chest, matching the whirlwind of thoughts racing through my mind.

The air buzzed with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty, creating an atmosphere charged with possibilities.

He was about to take it to another level when we heard a gentle knock on the door, which stopped him.

The color of his face drained as if someone had thrown a bucket of water over him and he had just been brought to his senses.

Abruptly, he sat back and started looking around, his hand rubbing the b