It was just like that night.
The only difference from that time, however, was that right now he isn't drunk. His fresh-from-the-shower scent smelled so riveting, that it keeps on holding me back on my focus to struggle from his grip. His face is still beside my left ear that keeps on sending me a ticklish vibe as his warm breath prods on my skin.
"Get off me," I struggled to order him.
He raises his head before my face to answer me, "Is that what you really want?" the drippings from his damped hair is hitting my dry cheeks when he continued saying, "your body is struggling yet something in you is defying that." the mischievous grin on his face is back again. Yet to my wonder, I don't even find it horrifying anymore. For weird reasons, it was like he has somewhat right.
"That's why I am here," I told him that made him a bit startled.
He grins and chuckled before getting back on his feet. "Those eyes of yours look very hungry for answers it seems," he said. He then picks up the towel
