I was a step away from walking out of the room when Emmalyn held my arm. At the suddenness of her act, I lose the grip on the glass in my hand causing it to fall on the floor making it get scattered into little pieces.
“I’m fully conscious of my words. And I’m serious about the fact wanting to have...,” gulping hesitantly, she trailed off as she didn’t want to complete the sentence.
Feeling feeble, I kept staring at her. I couldn’t understand why I was rejecting it when she was insisting to do it. Since the day I first saw her, I have been dying to touch her. See her moaning my name. To know how it feels like inside her. Until now.
Why was I rejecting?
“I know you too want it. But why acting strange? You don’t like me?” Now she was sounding serious.
“No mood!” As she perceived my
