Her eyes were closed, the feeling made her toes curl as she bit down on her lower lip, forcing a giggle.

He is drawing something, or writing something on her.

What, she doesn't know. She tries to follow the pattern, understanding his movements, as he coats her skin with goosebumps.

"What are you doing?" She whispered, not surprised at all that he didn't answer her question right away.

Instead, he continued to pattern for a few more minutes, almost lulling her to ...