Even if their relationship was completely innocent, being alone in a room would surely lead to something happening.
Hermione suddenly stopped when she reached his shoulder.
It was a little inconvenient through his clothes. Taking them off would be much easier.
Her face flushed red. "Can I... can you... take... take off your..."
Vincent used his newly healed left hand to undo the buttons of his pajamas, then took off the shirt one-handed in just a few movements.
Hermione shook her head and did not dare look into his eyes.
She raised her wand again and aimed it at his shoulder, where faint capillaries could be seen.
The Vine Wood Wand moved along his firm shoulder blade to his sharply defined collarbone, then trembled slightly as it traveled to his long, well-proportioned neck.
Hermione's breathing grew a little rapid, and her small hands gripped the wand tightly.
She finally understood why her roommates often talked about boys' physiques.
Boys fantasized about girls with sexy figures, and girls were really no different.
Vincent's physique was absolutely among the best for someone his age.
There was no excess fat, and his muscle definition was just right, like a living statue.
It was not as if she had never seen it before, but this was the first time she had admired it from so close, and her heartbeat kept accelerating.
The Vine Wood Wand moved down to his broad, solid chest.
As if possessed, Hermione stretched out her small hand and gently poked it.
His chest muscles looked hard, but they were surprisingly elastic, and they felt especially good to touch. They would probably be very comfortable to sleep on as a pillow.
The wand continued downward until it reached his abs, with their deep, defined lines.
She could not help stretching out