Just as Adrian had expected, Dina's face became dark and she quickly lifted her hands to cover her chest area. Adrian stared at her pressed breasts under her arms for a second and then he turned his face away. He looked straight at the painting on the wall but his brain could not process what was drawn in it.
Even though it was hanging for several years on that wall and he had seen it almost every day, it felt like his eyes could not process anything other than Dina's busts. Even after he turned his head away, his eyes still displayed the two melons in front of his eyes.
He shook his head to remove that image from his memory and then wondered,
'Should I leave this place before I start losing any more of my self-control? Or it would be better if I escape before she kills me with just a snap of her fingers?'