"Honey," Ron whispered, "I'll make you feel better."
His hot breath caressed my ear, and I felt my whole body shiver.
'Am I going to lose control?'
My heart was racing, and I was in an intense state. It seemed that I needed someone to calm me down. Suddenly, Ron touched my neck, and as he moved his finger down, he came to a halt on my collarbone. It was driving me insane. His tactile sensations! More of it was luring my heart in, but I needed to stop it.
I was right; Ron wasn't a good person. "Don't touch me!" I yelled as I tried to shove Ron.
"So, Elena, you still have sense," Ron said.
"You were feeling hot, so I'm helping you," he added, as he pulled me even tighter.
In my dizziness, I said to him, "If Paul gets to know about it, he will not spear you. It's better you leave for your own good, Ron. You are also well aware of your friend's temper."
