Andrew suddenly flung his hand and shielded his face with his palms, hiding his flushed expression.
"I did not just say that."
Theresa turned to him and casually leaned her head on her hand, her elbow supporting the weight of her head on the bed.
"You think I'm attractive?"
"No... I mean... Yes.. What I mean is... "
However, with each word he blurted, her smirk kept growing wider until he couldn't say anything any longer but just stare at her.
"I don't like beating about the bush" She said, and his eyes grew wide in panic when she suddenly rolled over and was straddling him the next second with her hands fisted at each side of his head, the ludicrous smirk still on her face. "Andrew, right?"
He lay there, aware that his lower region was growing incredibly hot, and sweat beaded his head despite the A/C was on full blast in the room.
What was happening to him???
