1095 Red Dates and Bird’s Nest

Her mind was a blur as she grabbed onto his pajamas as if it was the only floating plank for survival as she drowned. She grabbed it so hard that he could feel her tense fingers and pointed nails through the fabric.

He kissed her again and pressed on with the question, "Do you like me, hmm?"

His low nasal voice was so suggestive in that quiet darkness, and she couldn't help but shiver.

His fingers wandered about her body, igniting her at each spot. She felt like crying again, her body felt so strange, a pulsing numbness she could not adapt to. She subconsciously grabbed him even tighter and said in a trembling voice, "I-I hate you."

He chuckled and nibbled her ear. "Do you love me?"

"N-no way…" She was heaving.

"Little liar." He reached into her private zone and quietly ordered. "Relax."