"Jackson, you... you're at home?" Theodore stared at his cousin's face and moved his gaze towards the black leather sofa.
On the arm rest, the man was pinning down a woman's slender hand with his big, rough hands. His cousin was pinning a woman on the sofa.
The black leather of the sofa contrasted with the woman's fair white hand.
His cousin looked as if he was forcing himself on the woman.
"..."
For some reason, Theodore felt that the woman's hand seemed familiar.
It was fair and soft looking, just like Nidia's.
Thinking about this, he shook his head gently.
'Wow, I'm in too deep. I was so startled by Jackson's wild actions that I started imagining doing things to the girl I love most.' Jackson was on the black leather sofa, his short black hair brushed back. His belt was undone, and his zipper was half open as well.
Theodore didn't know if he unzipped it himself, or if the woman did it.
