Wait, what's this?
Maybe he slept too wildly, as his black T-shirt had rolled up from his abdomen, revealing his tanned, firm skin, with a scar resembling a centipede stretching down from his abdomen, a small part of it peeking out.
Her heart suddenly sank heavily, yes, no matter how intimate they got when they were together, he always refused to take off his T-shirt, as if it were his last piece of armor.
Though she was very curious, she also respected him and never thought about what might be hidden under that T-shirt.
But now, that glimpse of the tip of the iceberg made her heart race with excitement, and she suddenly wanted to know what was hidden on his body.
Reaching out slowly, she gently lifted the hem of the shirt a bit... Who knew that even such a slight movement, before it was completed, his large hand swiftly shot over, grabbing her small hand firmly.
"What are you doing?" he asked lazily, opening his eyes to look at her.
