10. Overthinking

“Wait, wait, wait -” I hurry to speak when he dips closer to my neck, his nose brushing against one of my pulse point, his breath falling right in the crook of my neck, making my skin turn to goosebumps, while I press my hands into his chest, in a terrible attempt of pushing away.

“Wait?” he repeated in a low raspy voice, not moving away from my neck. “Why would I need to wait, little doe?” he asked, the hand on my hips squeezing me a little tighter.

“It’s been a four hour dance rehearsal with no break. I stink!” I protest, a little self conscious about the fact that wearing spandex is not the ideal outfit before a date.

But this was not a date, was it?

“Stink?” he repeats and I wonder if he is just playing dumb or he is truly one handsome hunk and nothing more.

“I need to freshen up -” I insist and give his chest another push.

But he is not moving. He seems determined to not give me the chance and dignity to shower before he puts his lips on me. I feel the tip of his nose move