Chapter Eighteen

Nelson flinched at the sight of the smudge of blood on his bed. It was in a spiral, eerie and parched up. His lips trembled as he stepped backward, creasing his eyebrows in fright.

"What the fuck is that?" He muttered as his voice quaked.

Realization dawned on him when he recalled how the blood came about. It was a little bit of a struggle before he got into Tasha last night. The blood revealed nothing but the fact that she was a virgin.

"She was a vir.....? He muttered. He stamped his feet on the floor. Shrills of regret and admiration ran through his veins. He was regretful because of how he treated Tasha moments ago. And the glint of admiration in his heart was the fact that Tasha is still a virgin - chaste, intact, and untouched. An unusual trance of affection emanated in his heart for Tasha and he wished he had done better - since the beginning.

He was shocked to bits that a 23-year-old lady is still untouched. He stared into space as the impact of the words he said to her re