Shyness suddenly grabbed hold of me and I crossed my arms over my chest to prevent my bra from uncovering my breasts. He’d already seen them last time. He was probably thinking I was being unreasonable. Instead, he said, “Do you want to stop?”
I could feel what he wanted from how he panted his breaths, heart pounding in his chest like a drum. I heard his and the sounds mine made. It beat loudly in my ears, every rhythm it made a testimony to how much I wanted the same thing as him. Even with my eyes closed, I knew his were seeing only me, and for a split second I thought that it’d be wonderful to gaze into them in moments like this.
My stomach twisted in knots. There was no going back if I let this go further. But there was already nothing to return to—no Red Claw and no Red Circle. Ther
