He jerked away from her abruptly. He felt like he had been hit in the face. But it was neither a slap nor a punch. It was more like a sharp hit with a whip. When he looked at her, she was sitting in the corner of the boxing with her legs tucked under her chin, embracing them tightly with her arms. Her eyes were closed as if she was afraid to open them up. Her slightly parted lips were swollen with kisses. She had already covered her arm.
- I’m sorry. – He whispered in hoarse voice. – Jaysabel! Please forgive me! I don’t know what happened to me!
- You had no right! – She hisses. She stood up nimbly, like a cat.
- You’re right! I shouldn’t have pounce on you like that! – He admitted apologetically.
- You looked into my head! – She said
