The white bedsheets were still neat like new. As Marvel carried me to his bed, I defenselessly laid down beneath him, his presence intimidating.
Seeing me quiet still, he came closer and our lips almost touched. He touched my face with his hand, bringing our gazes together, and smiled.
"How does it feel to kiss a man other than me? Did you like it?" He asked out of curiosity, looking forward to my answer.
I shook my head in an honest reply. I had a feeling from that moment on, his questions would grow even more hostile in an attempt to corner me.
"How come you didn't like it? It was a kiss, the thing you love the most," he was skeptical.
"That's not true…" I denied yet my words faltered when I felt his knuckles moving around my jaws, caressing me there gently.
"Not true? You really don't understand anything about yourself, do you?"
