GERALD
"Answer my question, Gerald. I can do this." She yanked her hands away. "Don't pretend like you don't like what I'm doing."
"You..."
"I am trying to help you," she poured the contents into her right palm, dropped the bottle on the lampstand, and massaged her two palms together. "You want us to go back to the pack soon, don't you?" Her eyes held mine unwaveringly. "Then let me do this."
Letting out a resigned exhale, I knew this was over. She was toying with me. This was a game to her, and she had the upper hand. I used to play this game, but for once in my life, I was suddenly the prey, and I wasn't comfortable with that. But what could I do?
"Co...could you at least avoid my waist region?" I demanded harshly, grimacing.
"Why?" She smirked darkly and shoved the d
