OLIVIADarren continued to kiss me. His hands tightened around my waist, guiding me towards the bed behind us.At first, I didn’t reciprocate. Then, it got intense, and I could barely breathe from the roughness of his lips against mine.“Darren…” I moaned in his mouth, my chest tightening.He didn’t stop, didn’t respond, and only broke off after my back gently collided with the bed.His eyes bore into mine, glistening with desires. My chest heaved uncontrollably as I stared, unsure if I wanted to continue.“I’m not going to force you to do anything,” he said quietly, both hands on the bed as his figure hovered over me. “If you don’t want this, then… I’ll stop.”I kept staring, my thoughts spiraling as I tried to control them. He asked me. “Do you want this, Olivia?”Did I want him to keep kissing me? Touching me in ways I craved? I wasn’t sure if I did.I averted my gaze to the door, my fingers digging into the bedsheet. My lips were throbbing, and amid the pain, kissing Darren had aw
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