Lydia's POV
I came to my senses before Elvis's hand touched my breast again and pushed him away hard.
"What happened?" Elvis' lips were red and tender, and his eyes were still thick with lust. He looked at me innocently, as if he didn't understand why I was interrupting him at the most crucial moment.
"That's enough." I wiped my mouth harshly with my sleeve, "I'm leaving now."
"Wait." Elvis rushed up to me and stopped me, "Why? You obviously enjoyed that kiss earlier too."
I ignored Elvis' words, my eyes were only on the door in his room.
Lydia, just walk out of there. I kept saying to myself in my head. All the while, I did my best to avoid Elvis's hand that was holding me back.
Perhaps my evasive posture angered Elvis, who grabbed me directly by the hand and threw me
