Chapter 051|Make a dash for the door

Chapter 051|Make a dash for the door

Her heartbeat echoed against her own ear as she just stirred in his arms, a sheen of sweat on both their musky body but none of them was quite ready to lose the body heat. She was boneless, speechless, her legs still shaking as a result of how he had gone down on her there repeatedly, till she was begging him with tear-filled eyes to make the torturing pleasure end, to give her enough to tip her over.

His arms were draped protectively around her waist and she couldn't help but grin humorlessly at the irony as her gaze fell on the calendar frame he keeps next to his bed which he made a habit of ticking off every night, the date not easing the pressure and somersaults of jumbling emotions and dangling knots she was trying so hard to cut before it roped her in, way too in.

It was the 9th day and even as she came to the realization that what had transpired between them wasn't just fueled by lust or the crazy soft spot that was absurdly being carved in