22. Porridge And Punches

Circumstances.

A thirteen-letter word that held various meanings for certain people. For a little child, it could mean his candies being stolen. For a teenager, it could mean be embarrassed in front of his peers. But for me, it was being cuddled by someone I always loathed and reviled.

Liam James.

I couldn’t believe that I was in his arms. I wouldn’t have ever believed this scenario if someone had ever told me days back. Talk less of right now, when I was sick and helpless. I couldn’t deny I needed his help and he was doing it just fine. My mind was beginning to soften just from being in his hands. His body warmth held a welcoming feeling, making my body perfectly fit with his.

My cold was being tamed by him, with his hands around my waist. Feeling his manhood on my cheeks brought an enticing sensation that bolted through my body. I froze at the spot, trying to ignore that fact because of my sickly situation. But when I couldn’t convince