Chapter 4:
Bold Question
The tension in Josh’s small hostel room had grown so thick I could barely breathe. We were sitting so close on his bed that our thighs pressed together, my low V-neck top doing exactly what I wanted it to. Every time Josh tried to focus on the math notebook between us, his eyes betrayed him. They would drift down to the soft swell of my breasts, linger for a heated second, then snap back to my face or the book. I loved watching the internal struggle play out on his handsome face.
I shifted even closer, pretending to point at a problem. “Right here, Josh. See how the limit changes? I keep getting it wrong no matter how many times I try.”
As I leaned in, his hand which had been resting on the bed between us accidentally brushed the side of my breast. The light c
