Wyatt hadn't heard what she said. He had gotten lost standing so close to her. She smelled fresh and sweet. He remembered how her lips felt when he kissed them, and the sound of her soft moans.
He couldn't understand what happened to him when he got near her. He couldn't think clearly, he could barely remember the name of his hometown. The vision he saw when he walked in to the bedroom a few moments ago flashed before him. Beautiful, sitting on the bed, eyes closed, her face softened in the light, looked as if in a fairytale daydream. What? What am I thinking?
He came to his senses when he heard her saying his name but didn't know if it was in his daydream or real. She stood with her hands on her hips, a smirk on her face, looking at him waiting for an answer.
"As I said, help yourself,
