Elijah carter pov
I was kissing Emily as if it were the last day of my life, and I had to do everything that satisfied and happy me. As if there was a magnet or electricity was running through my body.
I took off my shirt while still kissing her intensely, and she then stopped by my chest, "you still look yummy."
I smirked, pulling her closer, "so you."
She was grinding her bottom to mine. I stopped by my left chest. I gulped, nervous, feeling ashamed and scolding myself internally 'what the f**k, Elijah.'
I shivered in anger, pulling myself backward and buttoning back my shirt as fast as I could. She stood up, closing the gap between us. Moving her hands to my cheeks to grab my attention to look at her eyes, "what's wrong? What happened? What about this ring? Are you married?"
I inh
