"Ralph..." she hoarsely mumbled twisting in his arms. Her bladder was full and she needed to release. But with his tight grip over her small torso, she was afraid if she'd be able to control it. When she didn't felt him moving an inch, she nervously placed her palm on his cheek and patted ever so gently as if he was a breakable glass. "Ralph?"
His light stubble rough yet tingly under her palm. Rara looked at him for a long minute. Always left mesmerised and entrapped by the long lashes and a unusual calmness on his face—something she never imagined seeing. So this monster was capable of looking this gentle under the moon.
Unable to tear her eyes away from him, she hungrily licked her lips. Ralph, he was the man who ignited something inside of her that she had never felt before. It was
