Goren kept turning over on the couch.
He saw, felt, the sensation of Eames' small breasts on his face again.
He blushed violently, taking his head in his hands.
Damn it...
Was he going to stop thinking about it...
Even if he had to admit that it had been very pleasant, even for a few seconds.
He absolutely had to calm down.
And calm the beating of his heart, which was ready to explode in his chest.
What was happening to him...
Why was he so upset.
It was an accident.
And yet...
He couldn't have wished for a more beautiful accident...
He slapped his forehead.
Stop thinking about it!
Alex smelled really good.
He remembered her smell.
A scent that moved you.
Why did even the smell of her skin make him react like that?
He wasn't in withdrawal at that point.
On the contrary...
What would have been the sensation without the fabric of his nightgown.
What the hell...
And there he was, always coming back to the starting point, her little breasts.
Eames was his partner.
She was not a sex object, not a one-night stand.
She deserved respect.
Having such thoughts...
Was really not right.
But he kept coming back to it...
On that accident.
He was so upset...
That he couldn't get it out of his head.
Eames was a very pretty girl...
But that was no reason to feel such thoughts about her.
If she found out what was in his head...
Already she was unbearable, she wouldn't stop, and would be hell-bent twenty-four hours a day, blaming him for her unhealthy ideas.
He had the right to moments of pause, but here he would not have any more respite.
He absolutely had to think of something else...
But tomorrow morning...
How was he going to be able to face her, without her suspecting something...