Sari’s POV
I was in daze while walking towards the mansion. What was that? We were kissing, making out and he smiled at me. He gave that panty-dripping-smile and that was it...! He pulled back.
Why?
Remembering, his face was breathing on my nape; I removed my hair from the shoulder and sniffed my shoulders as much as I could.
‘Damn! Did I smell bad?’
‘Is that the reason he pulled away because I raked of alcohol?’
Nor that I could make the difference but there was indeed some sweaty smell which was negligible.
‘He might be too sensitive!’
“Holy Jesus!” I muttered halting when Adrian looked over his shoulder with questioning eyes.
Eyes traveled down to his zipper and he was unashamed to stand straight with a huge wet spot on his pants. My cheeks reddened remembering how it got there
