Rory immediately felt a strange atmosphere enveloping him. His blood seemed like it was boiling.
He couldn't see Mya's face clearly in the darkness, but he could distinctly feel her rapid breathing.
"Mya, are you sure we should be doing this? Don't you think—" Rory was holding on to his last strand of reason as he asked Mya this.
In reality, he badly wanted to have her so badly, but the bit of reason in his head told him how dire the consequences would be if they crossed the line.
Mya gently stroked Rory's cheek and said softly, "Rory, I'm grateful to you for doing so much for me these days. There's nothing I can do to repay you. I know you're needy now, but I can only help you with this."
Rory's heart was in a dilemma. Looking at Mya's beautiful face, he just wanted to throw caution
