CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY ONE

When my nostrils took in his scent, I lost my senses. I haven't lost my senses for the past two years, even though Jun tried, Clinton didn't even have to try that much. When I felt his lips reaching mine, I pushed him off me and created a distance between us.

“I need to use the bathroom,” I said. I watched him close his eyes and bite his lip in frustration, but that only lasted for a second as he shot his eyes open and smirked.

“Do you want to brush your teeth before?” He took steps towards me, and I moved backward. It took courage to pull myself out of this, and I knew falling back into it would make it difficult to resist him.

“No, now, bathroom, please,” I said, standing firm in my decision. He ran his hands through his hair before he pointed behind me. I turned my neck and saw the little door behind me. I turned to him to ask for soap and a toothbrush.

“Everything you need is inside,” he said before I could even ask. He sounded distressed, he didn't expect me to reject him. I turn