Chapter 82: Sandra Breathing Heavily

Brandon’s POV

I don’t know if I should call myself a coward, but this feels so wrong. I don’t know why Sandra suddenly wanted this, but I cannot do this. The anxiety in my chest grows with every passing second, making it hard to breathe.

“I am sorry,” I say to Sandra, my voice trembling slightly. Her eyes narrow, and I can tell she doesn’t believe me.

She places her hands on my shoulders, her touch both familiar and foreign, and leans her head forward, wanting to lay her lips on mine. But again, I move my lips aside, avoiding her lips from touching mine. Her breath is hot and desperate, and it sends a shiver down my spine.

“We cannot do this,” I say to her, my voice firmer this time. Her response is immediate and insistent.

She peers into my eyes, searching for something, perhaps a glimmer of compliance. I can then see the lust in her eyes growing more intense. She wants it so badly that she licks her lips, slowly and deliberately, before beginning to caress my hair with her fing