"Sometimes I wake up and
all I want is to feel your hands all over my body."
-Unknown
Grace Roberts' PoV:
No, not again. What if I won't be able to stop myself this time?
It was as if his demeanour had completely changed when he grabbed me and pinned me against the wall. A low gasp resounded from me as his musky scent hit my nose.
Yet, not a single part of me regretted triggering him with my words. Weirdly, my body was only giving in, instead of fighting. His hands gripped my shoulder gently but tight enough to trap me in it.
Little did he know, what his touch was making me feel at that time.
"Do you regret it?" He whispered and lowered his gaze to my lips.
"What?" I asked breathlessly. It was a bad idea, what if he thinks weird of me?
It's not my fault if his hotness was dr
