Andy's POV
"Oh, uhm, it's nothing." I finally voiced out as I dragged my gaze off my calves to stare over at ash once again.
"What do you mean it's nothing? Those are clearly handprints on your calves, Andy." He pointed out in an expateted voice and I huffed out a small breath and combined my fingers through my hair. His scent was starting to fill up my bedroom, and this time, it was one of displeasure and it made me shiver a little. I know this wasn't the right time, but a lewd part of me was getting aroused by his displeasure, because it felt like I had done something bad, that had made him angry, and he was going to have to them discipline me and make me be good for him, those thoughts made my stomach clench up in heat but I tried to shake those images out of me head because I know fully well that this wasn't the right time for that in any way.
