I didn't stop him, even when I knew he was going to kiss me.
I didn't stop him when his arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled my body impossibly closer to his, his hot breath fanning my lashes as I felt every ridge if his muscles, every curve behind his shirt. My heart racing and doing a somersault all at once.
There was something about the way he held me, the way his touch made me melt. The way his gaze had me tongue tied.
Still. Though I didn't stop him…
“Do you trust me, Akari?” He asked, I felt him harden against my abdomen, his c**k poking into my stomach. Yet the man held my gaze like his sanity depended on it. He wanted an answer.
Did I trust him?
I wasn't sure if it was the list or the fact that I knew I cared about the man despite how complicated our situation was
