A heavy silence hung between them. In the room where a subtle, electric heat had swept through, a resentment-filled woman and a man bearing a formidable erection remained. Because Owen was still in a state of high arousal, Sylvia’s physical condition mirrored his intimately. It felt as though a hazy, ticklish heat had latched onto her most sensitive parts, clinging and unrelenting. “That,” Sylvia finally said, breaking the silence. “Why do you not go and take care of that?” She spoke while looking vaguely at his chest, unable to meet his gaze, and he let out a short laugh.