My face burned so hot I thought I'd burn right through the sheets. I turned my head away, voice coming out fast and shaky, trying to cover the truth.
"It's not that… I have been touched before. It's just — it's been a long time. That's all."
He nodded slowly, but his eyes stayed locked on mine — dark, unblinking, like he could see every lie written on my skin. "Long time," he repeated flat, not buying it for a second. "Fine. I'll pretend to believe you… for now."
His hand settled back on my waist — firm, heavy, unyielding through the fabric — and the instant his palm pressed down, my whole body jolted. A sharp, buzzing heat shot through every nerve, from my ribs all the way down to my thighs, making me shiver so hard my breath caught in my throat.
God… it's just his hand. Why does it feel like fire eating through the dress? No one ever made me react like this — not even close.
