Bella
I wanted what he wanted, because all it reminded me of was the first night we met. The first night he was with me.
My heart fluttered as he ran his fingers on my skin as it sent bolting goosebumps all over my body.
“Alex…” I paused, catching my breath, “You have to stop.”
It didn't sound like I was irritated because the look in his eyes made me want it even more. It was subtle because I couldn't forget the first night we spent together.
“I can't,” he replied, pouring the alcohol stench on my face.
It was the first time seeing him in his drunk state—he behaved totally differently. The harsh side of him disappeared.
My heart was pounding, but I knew by myself I had to make the right decision, no matter how rough it was going to be on me. I didn't want him to get pissed of
