Accidentally His: The Girl Who Trespassed
Commit or be humiliated forever.
My body moves before my brain logs back on.
I slide in.
Everything happens in slow motion, exactly how the opening scene of the cheesy Chinese dramas I binge watch when I'm depressed starts. Expensive leather presses under my weight, solid resistance where I expected empty space. I land hard, a second too late to fix any of it. I am sitting on him, a total stranger. A lap that did not give consent.
We both turn into statues. His arms lift wide, hands spreading open as if I'm a ticking time bomb. A muscle moves in his jaw, his breath catches, fanning warm air across my chin as his eyes travel over my face.