Chapter 20 The Moment Of Heat (Ii)

• "Well, I do like the sound of that," Gerald cut in, leaning in from his chair to my side, his face so close that only an inching movement was needed for our lips to touch.
• How could he be so confident? It felt like it was an entirely different person before me, and even as I thought my boundaries were well defined, he did something like this, bringing me back to the very square one that I so wanted to avoid. It was all acting, and he was only doing this to solidify our faux relationship with my father.
• I needed to keep chanting that in my head, until my thighs ached less and my inside subside their undying want to taste him.