Chapter 2
I clenched my fist tightly to throw the image out of my mind. But not only did it not work, it also provoked Adrian's curiosity.
My mind has, however, wandered again. For a man who didn't get married until his mid-forties, how did he manage all his private needs? Did he have many girlfriends?
How did they do it?
I brought it closer to my face and noticed some whiteness on his thighs that looked like milk.
But if Mom was taking the photo, maybe they had just done it and Mom wanted to commemorate it.
Was I intruding?
"Which image is that?" He peered over my shoulders with his chin.
I jumped, startled, but he wrapped his hand around my waist to steady me before I slipped again. His chest pressed against mine and I could almost hear the sound of his heartbeat.
I could barely
