Denae reached for his hand when it became hard for her to breathe, trying to tug it away from her neck. “P…Please I…it’s…a lie.”
“A lie, how so?”
“Let me…” She coughed, her eyes watering. “Let me explain.”
Jerald squeezed tighter for a second, then reluctantly loosened his hand around her neck. “One slip, Denae…one word that I dislike, and I’ll have your head.”
Denae sucked in air quickly, filling her lungs and still holding onto his hands. “It’s not what you think…I…I really couldn’t sleep last night…I…you…and my heat; it’s near. I was hot and bothered and I…”
“And you…?”
Denae gripped his hand tighter, an act that revealed her crave for mercy. “It probably…it probably felt different because I…for the first time I…I touched myself.”
Even though it was not true, Denae was still emba
