Miyamura continues making that stupidly crude gesture with his fingers. I want to smack him.
Yet, I can’t help but feel relieved. I didn’t lose my first time to an alpha driven wild by his instincts. It would have been hell otherwise.
“Do you understand now?”. He stops playing with his fingers and places his palm on his thighs.
His thighs.
I feel like there is something that I should remember about his thighs…But I don’t want to. I don’t want to remember anymore.
Knowing that this happened makes me feel very awkward and out of place. I can’t think about this anymore, I just need to lock it in the titanium box at the deepest part of my mind.
“If you don’t, I could tell you more…to jog your memory”. Miyamura says, feigning a look of concern. “You like to lick and…”.
“I do not need
