29. I want you

I couldn’t organize my thoughts, lost in his attention, his presence. One more second and my fingers were going to feel up his six-pack. He was so sexy with his unbuttoned shirt, and black really suited the tips of his blonde hair. I blinked a few times in response, but he did not find that suitable for an answer to his question.

“Where were you, Amy?” He asked with a demanding tone. “Were you with another guy?”

Instantly, he switched my mood again. I felt even more annoyed than before because I was angry at myself. I fell in his trap easily...embracing his touch, his wishes. I had to find a way to be stronger when he was around.

“It isn’t your business,” I pulled from his grip and went all the way to my kitchen counter.

“I want to make it my business. Wasn’t I clear