Mitchel didn't insist, his voice still rough. "If you're not up for it, then we won't.”

“Then how do you plan to solve this?" Raegan asked, her face burning with embarrassment. She had almost given in just now, and she had felt his arousal.

Mitchel, feeling slightly less pained, swallowed hard and asked, "Do you feel sorry for me?"

As he swallowed, a bead of sweat traced a path down his chiseled face unexpectedly, making him irresistibly attractive.

Raegan felt her cheeks warm and turned away, unable to meet his gaze.

Mitchel's eyes were intense, his voice captivating. "Then help me..."

Raegan's heart raced, her mind overwhelmed at the thought, instinctively pulling back. "I can't help you...”

Mitchel's soft chuckle at her subtle retreat made her flush deeper.

“You don't need to do anything."

Caught in her reaction, Raegan's blush deepened.

Mitchel's request was soft. “Look at me, please. I want to see your face."

He casually unbuttoned two of his shirt buttons, revealing the sculpted muscles beneath, drawing a compelling image.

Raegan's cheeks flamed with embarrassment, unable to face him.

Mitchel gently lifted her chin with his fingers, his voice rough.

"Come on. Be good. Look at me."

The night was silent, save for the deep breaths that filled the air from Mitchel.

His jaw clenched, sweat dripping down, pooling at his chin, his gaze sharp and alluring.

Their eyes locked, and Raegan felt like she was being drawn in, immersed in it. Feeling the fire-like desire in her body, she regretted it now. She wished she hadn't asked him that question.

Time went on for a while. His endurance was astounding. His gaze was intense, almost electric.

For the first time, Raegan noticed how alluring a man's breathing could be. The rhythm of Mitchel's breath was intoxicating, charged with an undeniable allure.