Jasmine
The movie seems to be quite interesting, but my mind is cut off by the heat radiating off me as Walter’s finger draws slow circles on my hand. He hasn’t even touched me yet, and I’m losing control.
That’s when I realise I’m ovulating. It explains a lot and makes me feel better about my reaction to certain things.
Yes, to Vladimir, of course. It had to be why I felt so…
No! I can’t let the thought of him ruin this!
I adjust closer to Walter, spreading my palm wider. He only smiles but doesn’t stop. We’re four hours in, and we’ve eaten the Chinese takeout he brought, talked about work, and even gone as far as greeting my mother in her room just because he said it’s wrong if she doesn’t know he’s here.
He’s so perfect it makes me feel like a f**k up.
Now I want more, but
