Upon hearing Aina’s question, Jackson wasn’t able to answer immediately.
Instead, he cleared his throat and shifted his legs so the bulge on his c.rotch would be out of Aina’s sight.
“That’s… nothing. Don’t mind it,” Jackson answered, his voice strained.
He couldn’t even look Aina in the eye, afraid that his c.ock would twitch more, and he would become out of control. It wasn’t even helping that only the two of them were in this dark, cold room.
And the easiest way to warm each other up is by letting their bodies do the work.
“Are you going to sleep here, or are you going with them?” Jackson asked, shifting the topic, pointing at the slightly open door. “Whatever choice will be fine. I can stay here or go outside—”
Before Jackson could finish his sentence, what Aina did shocked him.
