Alex ogled her studying his eyes, cheeks, nose, and eventually lips before she whispered softly against his lips. “I don't hate you. I don't like you either. But I feel comfortable when you touch me.” Those words were like a hammer, smacking hard against his heart.
Alex hovered up, hoping it would “I don't touch you.” His affidavit immediately greeted a glare from her. “Ok... I did. But I won't.” He didn't learn if there was really something to concern about her temper or not but he was indeed a little nervous. From the advent, she had been damn care about his position which extends to his immense power.
Abigail's nose impelled a snort at confidence. “Yeah, you won't... even when I did this...” Pursuing her words and wielding her plan, she got her nighty's robe away and rested her hair
