“Why are you stuttering?” His hand was still pinching my cheek. He squeezed again, making my lips pucker up. He looked confused, but I could clearly see amusement in his eyes.
Is he laughing at me?!
I wasn’t stuttering, it’s just that he was too close and my mind flashed back to that wild, chaotic night.
That night, he had been so passionate, almost unlike himself.
Beads of sweat rolled down his chiseled jawline, our breaths intertwined, his grip on my waist inescapable no matter how I tried to get away…
“What are you thinking about? Why is your face so red?”
I felt my face grow even hotter.
“N–nothing. Get away from me.”
“Get away? Like this?” He said he’d move away, but he got even closer. So close that if I moved even slightly, my lips would touch his.
I didn’t dare move an inch!
I felt my face start to stiffen.
His hand still gripping my cheek, he pulled me closer and pecked my lips. Seeing no reaction from me, he deepened the kiss.
!
I felt my heart start to race. I could barely breathe.
Breathe,” he said huskily as he pulled away slightly.
My head felt fuzzy. I let out a small gasp before gradually sinking into his expert kissing.
When I got out of the car, my lips were swollen and red. My face was flushed and my eyes looked a bit dazed.
Anyone could tell what had just happened.
“Did you just get out of that Bentley? Look at yourself! Don’t degrade yourself like this!”
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As I got out of the car and walked towards the school gates, someone suddenly grabbed my arm forcefully and started berating me.
Jack’s face was full of disappointment, anger, and gravity, as if I had betrayed him.
