I swallowed hard when he moved my legs and laid in between them. He moved his face downwards, his breath fanning my face. Then he closed his eyes and I instinctively closed mine too.
Through my closed eyes, I could feel him moving closer and closer to me. My heartbeat became so loud that I feared he could hear it.
I badly wanted to look, to see him to what he wanted to do but I figured it was best to keep my eyes closed; it makes it wven more hotter and romantic that way.
What am I even saying?
Seconds felt like long hours as I was in that position with him and I felt nothing.
When I got impatient of waiting for him to do what he had intended, my eyes fluttered open and I saw him staring at me like I was an interesting book.
His lips curved into a taunting grin as his eyes flicker
