"I feel like a whore," Ava spat out in an arrogant manner.
Hendrix grit his teeth in anger as that was the craziest thing that could ever have happened.
The words Ava had said had hit the lady like a big blow across his chest. That was awkward but then, he didn't make her feel like a whore, the you man thought softly.
Hendrix had now arranged himself in a sitting position, and even at that, all she did was to break the rules in millions if ways as he sat on the fluffy bed and gently hugged her so tightly, and that was literally crazy, and there isn't much he can do about it.
"I have this feeling that you are mentally judging yourself because of what just transpired between us," he said lightly as he stroke Ava's hair from behind giving her the sense of humility and protection she deserves.
