Amos lowered his gaze and looked at the lady whose face was buried on his slightly bared chest.
With her warm breath teasing his bare chest Amos regretted having left the first three buttons of his shirt undone.
"Is she really sleeping or is she doing this to get back at me for not heeding her words?" He muttered his gaze still centred on the lady whose right hand was rubbing his chest.
He could recall she made known the fact she didn't like it when he leaves his shirt unbuttoned. Because of this, she got angry at him twice on different occasions.
He couldn't help but think that maybe she was doing this to get back at him for that.
"Fuck!" Amos cursed as he tried to pull away. The worst of it all was that she didn't let him move an inch.
She was fast asleep but her grip was like one who was still awake.
"With how the night is starting, I doubt whether I will be able to sleep a wink," He mumbled and finally resigned to fate.
