Third Person’s P.O.V. Anya was sitting on the bed besides Sylvester. She was really embarrassed to see him fighting with his own self. He was true to his words not to hurry in their relation. But was she ready for the maintained distance. She asked this question to herself. She slowly got up from the bed and went towards the closet. She pulled up a pair of shirt and pajama. She tried to unzip her gown but the zip stuck somewhere and she was not able to go further. She tried hard to unzip but all in vain. She got frustrated soon. The dress was tight. Though the dress was holding her all curves rightly but it was little bit uncomfortable for her. And now the zip had stuck. She sat on the stool in the closet. The closet was like a small room. There were closets on both the si