I felt his hands almost touch the small buttons at the back of my nightgown, then he quickly pulled back.
Okay, this is going too far already.
"Stop him, Lara. You need to stop him," my subconscious mind screamed at me.
"Stop, Victor," I finally cautioned him after having a debate in my mind about whether to stop him or not.
I hated that my voice sounded shaky. I'm sure it's going to give him the wrong signal.
"Why?" he hoarsely asked.
Why do I want him to stop? Is it because we haven't settled our dispute? Or because it's shameless to be close to him despite everything?
Maybe I'll go with the second thought. Why should I be close to him? Am I that dumb?
I quickly pulled away from him, glad he wasn't holding me tightly.
"My mom might come inside or something," I said.
I mentally
