"Help me wash, Rose," Jedediah whispered in her ear.
He leaned back to check the expressions on Rosaline's face. He could not express the feeling he used to get after playing with her this way.
Like all the times, Rosaline's confounded expressions brought a smile to his lips.
"Kittie, not now but from tomorrow. You need to help me wash. You have chosen this, else we have another option too," Jedediah affirmed.
Rosaline wanted to know the second choice, so she asked him about it.
"You need to return my stolen kiss by taking its responsibility," Jedediah pronounced.
He must be joking with her. Both the choices he put forward in front of her were ridiculous. It was like in front of her there was a never-ending pit, while behind her, there was her predator, ready to feed on her.
"If you make me wait for another minute, then I will think that you want to go with the second choice," Jedediah warned her so that a quick response would come from her.
