To Isabel, the sea swallow before her was just an ordinary bird. She lifted it gently and held it to her chest to caress it.
So suddenly, Chris' perspective through the sea swallow inadvertently provided him a view down Isabel's neckline.
He tried to move his gaze, but the bird's senses, more accurate than a human's, captured more than he intended, including the sweet scent of Isabel.
It wasn't any perfume but her natural fragrance, drawing him deeper into distraction.
Held against Isabel's chest, Chris could vividly feel her soft, ample bosom confined under her loose sweater like buds about to bloom. Isabel, unaware of the effect, continued to stroke the sea swallow. Her delicate fingers seemed to be taking off his clothes and lingering on his bare chest directly. Overwhelmed, Chris f
