Cassandra’s POV :
My heart skips a beat at the sound of the lock and i can’t help it as i find myself getting wet and rub my legs together.
Am i yearning for him so much?
Gosh,why am i acting like a b***h in heat?
It’s not like i haven’t slept with him before.And since he can go without s*x for a month,how can i embarrass myself by getting wet just at the sight of him?
I stand at the same place and watch as he passes by me and heads towards the other-side of his room where there is an art desk set up.
He sits on the high bar stool and changes the paper.
My heart thumps loudly in my chest as i approach him.“You draw?”
Since when does he draw?
I never knew about this.
He didn’t say anything when he saw me sketching that day by the beach.So i thought he must not have any interest in
