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“I don’t think that is an appropriate question to be asking.” I told him, holding my composure as long as I could.
“Hm.” He lazily hummed before shifting in his position. He still held my hand down on the bed but I could then feel his other hand ghosting the silk nightgown I wore, hovering above my torso and heading downward. “Is that your answer?”
“That’s…” my words trailed off when I felt his icy hand on my thigh, pulling the skirt of the gown higher. My grip on his shift tightened by reflex, the urge to push him away was all I could think about.? “W-Why do you even want to know why I choose you first?” I blurted, once again trying to distract him so I could have time to prepare myself for this.
“Why? Out of curiosity.” He admitted. “You never showed any interest in me he
