~•Amara•~
I was already finding it hard to keep my emotions in check. Every single time his fingers brushed against my skin, shivers ran down my spine. It wasn't the shivers which were making me feel so flustered, it was the feeling of being left wanting for more.
It would not be a lie if I was to say that I was craving for his touches. I was craving for him more and more. It didn't require a genius to tell it. It was too evident from the way my senses were going numb, from the way my breathing was becoming more and more shallow with each ticking second.
"Hey? What is it?"
There was a small pause before he continued with his words. "Talk to me, little foxy. What's troubling you?"
What was troubling me? What exactly was making me act like that? I wish I had a clue. If I did, I wouldn't have hesitated in sharing it with him. But too bad for me that I didn't have the answer to his question.
