"Riya's point of view,"
My warm breaths brushed across his neck, and he seemed to do everything he could to maintain his cool.
My proximity irritated him.
To clear his mind of amorous thoughts, he tried to sleep with his eyes closed.
It drew his attention to the movement in his chest, and he opened his eyes.
Slowly, my fingers pushed the buttons of his shirt open.
What are you up to, Riya? To stop me, he asked, holding my hand.
"I want to sleep with my head on your chest, but your shirt irritates me," I muttered into his ear.
"Riya, no, that's not right."
"Right now, you're not aware of anything, "he said under his breath, his grasp on my palm firm.
The top four buttons on his shirt had already been unbuttoned, and I had taken the shirt off one side of my fa
