Chapter 22. You Might Get Hurt

“Rose.” He called again as I finally gave you and opened up. And all I could read in his eyes that moment was desires.

Desires he was fighting hard. The great pull I felt towards him, he felt it too. I wasn’t the only one in torture.

“You said you were only going to paint,” I said, not recognizing that voice as mine as it felt as if it was a whisper.

“Yeah.” He moved his eyes from my Breast and back to my face.

“I am a man of my word, Rose.” He stated with a calm smile. It was a crazy transition for me.

He then proceeded to the hooks of my jeans and short skirts. He freed it and I realized I was holding my breath.

As he pushed it down, The realization of how wet I was at that moment became clearer than ever.

As the clothing fell off my body, he stared down at my undies.

“Hesitating?” I asked with a cocky look, trying to look like I was in control even when I was burning inside. He chuckled and I wondered how he could transit mood momentarily.

“Not a chance”. He murmured as he pulled