“Good night.” I mumbled, my voice intentionally barely audible. I wanted to race to my bedroom before he could catch up with me and try c***k open a conversation again.
“Sandra, wait!” fingers curled around my wrist holding me hostage in place. It was a mere contact between ours skins, yet, I found myself craving more as my body lit on fire. I am pretty sure it’s the pregnancy hormones. “I need to talk to you.”
“I am tired.”
“You always say that.” he spun me around and I Iet him. The first thing that my eyes laid on was his torso. His polo-shirt was exquisitely hugging his body and even though he was not as muscled as most of our friends; yet, he had a type of body that seemed just right for him and naturally mouth-watering. “Please, talk to me.” His voice sounded so desperate that I c
