“What’s wrong?” Wilson saw my face redden. “Do you have a fever?”
Before I could say anything, his other hand touched my forehead.
Oh my god! My chest rose, and my clothes felt tighter, as though they could pop at any moment.
What was wrong with me? Why was I feeling like this?
I panicked. I didn’t know what to do.
No, I didn’t want men to touch me!
I had never been this sensitive before! My rationality didn’t stand a chance, and my body refused to cooperate with my brain.
That intense feeling wreaked havoc in my body and invaded my mind!
I was powerless to resist it!
“Wilson! No!” I recoiled.
“I didn’t do anything, though?”
Wilson held up his hands to express his innocence.
Right, he had done nothing wrong. I was the one with a problem! All he had done w
