Tormented

"Why do I feel that this conversation is truly turning indecent?" Anastasia asked, trying her best to calm her heartbeat because right now her heart was pounding so hard that it could have leapt out of its ribcage. And she wanted to tighten the gap between her thighs, but she didn't because that would mean that she feeling l—

"I am not the one who thinks that. It is just as indecent as you think it is." 

She didn't know what to say. The way he said it, it looked as if she was sounding lascivious. The fuck she wanted to admit that! She took a deep breath she bit her lip. Why did the conversation always turn out like this with him? Was she becoming vulgar? She bit her lip. 

"Look at me Anastasia," his voice wasn't a request. The way her name rolled on his tongue, she clenched her thighs again.