"Tell me, Cherry," he held her wrists and pressed them on her abdomen. He leaned over her covering her. His cheek rubbed on her cheek as he whispered in her ear.
"Have you, or have you not?"
Rory gasped as his warmth spread on her. Wetting her lips that went dry as hotness rose in her abdomen, she hissed. "Idiot! Why does it matter..?"
"It's a simple question, Cherry," he whispered pleased with her reaction. His hand slipped inside her shirt and gently reached for her bra strap.
"I have!" She shouted. Lie as it may, she thought it would convince him to back off. "From the bottle," she added to add credibility to her claim.
"You have?" He paused and looked at her. And then his lips curved to a smirk as if he figured out that she lied.
The pouring rain annoyed her with the cold, but Rory was surprised as his annoying smirk warmed her.
