Wrong?

He slowly approaches the master bedroom, preparing himself for the night. Turning the knob of the door, he took a peep into the room. His breathing turned from heavy to shallow. Nervousness turned into anticipation. This can't be real, he thought. Slowly but surely, he makes he way to the white sheets in the middle of the room. There he was. Lower half of his body was covered under the sheet. His tanned skin matches the sheets perfectly, like they were made to belong together. His breath were short and shallow. He felt something in his throat and he tried to clear it by swallowing. Carefully, he began to close into the bed, moving nearer to his deepest secret.

Is this wrong?