4. She's Nineteen!

Charlotte’s POV

He grips my legs tightly, and I can’t move it because of his grip. I was still looking at him; he leaned forward and pulled me closer to him. My body pressed against his warm body; he gulped softly and said, “Why did you kick me? That’s so disrespectful.”

He moved his body closer to me until I could feel his chest on my torso. After that, he moved his body even closer to me. "And now...you're spreading your legs to me as if you're ready to take me,"

I jerkily try to free myself from his hold, but he doesn't let me get away. Instead, he just stared at me for a few minutes until I finally gave up and leaned down with my back against the couch.

His palm slowly stroked my legs, and I trembled at his touch. I have never been touched by a man like this.

I bit my lower lip, and his eyes landed on my lips, he leaned closer, and I could feel his warm minty breath, he asked softly. “How old are you?”

My voice cracked as I replied, “N-Nineteen…S-Sir.”

When our eyes met, I p