•Leiara•
My body automatically stiffens and stretches on his thigh. The sudden contact seizes my muscles with shock.
But he doesn't seem to mind. His gaze remains steady as he stares at me, hands calmly on me.
With one hand, he holds my waist down firmly. With the other, he grips down my thigh near my hip but with carefulness.
Being so close and in his arms like this, I find it hard to concentrate or even think. Our faces are mere inches apart, so much so that I can feel his breath brush over my body and cause heat to rise in my body.
His hands on my body only worsens it.
Quietly, he watches me squirm around with my body, my discomfort crystal clear. I turn here and there, dart my eyes everywhere but on him, unable to digest the fact that I'm in his arms.
But soon, he draws back and puts some distance between us. He rests back on his chair, putting room to breathe between us.
