Luna's lips quivered in an unknown anxiety as he positioned himself at the edge of the bouncy mattress. As the dark figure under the hazy light with his commendable physical features and his tall frame began its initiation towards her, her state of being hesitant only worsened.
"Aren't you rushing things quite a bit?" He advanced towards her, rubbing the back of his forehead with a tone of amusement as he spoke and she involuntarily took tiny steps in the opposite direction. Luna continued to step back until her back collided with the polished smooth wall behind her, while he proceeded in his prepotent-like walk towards her, all high and mighty.
Rushing things? What could that possibly mean? Her plea was inordinately simple and easy to tend to in comparison to the demands he had made her
