Cheryl's POV
I was squeezed between Eric's chest and the bed frame, leaving no room to move, surrounded by his scent mixed with a faint perfume, making me dizzy.
My single bed was too small for him. Eric's arm was propped up beside me, his chest gently rising and falling with his breath. Our bodies were so closely pressed together that even the air seemed to thin out.
He lowered his head, his breath brushing past my ear, and teased with a smile, "Cheryl, you're so cute."
His words felt like feathers brushing against my heart, causing an undeniable shiver. My heart raced, and my ears burned so much I could almost hear the blood rushing.
His amber eyes appeared especially deep in the dim light, his gaze carried an indescribable intensity, unabashedly exploring my body inch by inch. Just
