Her lips quivered slightly, as if his words held the ability to reflect in the physical realm immediately he said it, it felt as if his words were a proclaimed promise, full of enticement and lustful desires.
For a split moment, she lost her voice until she felt his iron grip on her arm, pulling her gently toward the washroom. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around the bedpost, halting her feet firmly on the floor to prevent moving.
"Let go of me, I can wash myself, I'm not handicapped!" She snapped with angry eyes as she held onto the post like her life depended on it.
"Stop being so strong headed, Rama." He drawled, his voice calm and neutral as he spoke, he didn't seem irritated about her obstinate nature, but his crimson eyes squinted.
She shook her head vigorously, her brows creased as she shot glares his way while clutching her arms around the bedpost.
