Tightening her grip around the quilt, Aunt Liza pursed her lips. Though she was drunk, she still remembered each and everything that had happened last night.
She knew they had to stop and whatever happened wasn't right but she neither could she resist nor say anything. Her body melted in his embrace. The more he touched her body, the more she craved for it.
Not being with a man for so many years, Liza had completely forgotten how it felt like until last night.
A simple touch from Jackie was enough for Liza to throw everything aside and give in to the moment of heat and passion.
"Last night-" stopping mid-way, Jackie took a deep breath. He wanted to say something but was running short of words. Should he apologise? Was she angry? Was she blaming him for what happened?
As he was busy clearing his head, Liza said, "It's not just your fault."
