I stood there motionless, my hands hanging in the air. Should I massage him? Should I do that?
I immediately shook my head vigorously. No! I don’t want to!
“I don’t want to!” I said firmly. My mind was made up—I didn’t want to touch Alvaro’s body.
Besides, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to focus. After all, I’d been intimate with a husband before. Obviously, every touch could bring back those memories...
Ah, damn it! How could I even be imagining that?! This isn’t right, and I can’t just let it slide!
Alvaro sat up immediately, his eyes narrowing. I didn’t know what he was thinking. Out of fear, I immediately clenched my hands into fists, just in case Alvaro intended to hurt me.
“Why?” I asked right away as he just stood there staring at me.
“Don’t underestimate me, okay! Believe i
