Estina's POV
A task I'm supposed to finish in an hour or more is fast forwarded into twenty minutes. I schedule this in my heart and get to work towards it. From the eyes of Drake, he is just present here but his mind is not connected to what we are going.
I tap him on the shoulders as I'm finally done, he shifts in horror. He didn't expect me to be so fast, as he got to know the reason I'm tapping, he jubilate, pulling me up the chair. When I delay in walking to the bed because I don't want to be seen as desperate, he jacks me off my feet. As I steady on his chest, his heavy, masculine scent overshadows me. I breath the air, his and that in this room which I had spent so much to get it becoming this.
"Come on, pull this off!" He drags the waist rope off, staring into my face to see h
