As thoughts of Cesare's voice flooded her mind, a surge of heat rose to her throat.
Why on earth did he do that? Was it amusing for him to see her flustered and embarrassed? Lost in her own contemplation, Eileen tore at the sofa cushions. Yet, the more she pondered the incident, the less significant it seemed.
After all, Cesare was also a healthy young man with sexual desires. It wouldn't have been strange for him to seek release with his future wife.
However, despite stirring such strange emotions within her, Cesare hadn't taken any direct action. Eileen diligently pondered the reasons but couldn't find an answer. Nonetheless, one thing remained clear.
'I'm embarrassed…'
It seemed she wouldn't be able to look Cesare in the face for a while. Even without seeing his face, she continued to think about Cesare. The hot breath, the moans, the feverish heat, the overwhelming pleasure.