Mallory
My cheeks burned with heated embarrassment and I swear to the Gods, it was hotter than fire. I sounded and behaved like a completely insane person. Worse than that, I couldn’t take my eyes off him and the droplets of water going down his strong chest and sculpted abs.
He looked intently at me, his thing growing visibly hard and up automatically. I gasped, moving my eyes back to his face.
“Of course I do, Mallory.” His words took me by surprise, as I forgot how to breathe for a moment. Strangely, his non-denial paralysed me and all my confusion and embarrassment were replaced by fear and anxiety.
Why was I more afraid to be accepted and desired than being rejected by him? I guess that being rejected would be easier, and it would only confirm the way I already felt abo
