Panic coursed through me when I looked back to find the bed, he can't be serious? He kept pushing me backwards and all the whole never taking his eyes off me, like he was studying me, trying to figure out my next move but I won't let him succeed.
I kept my fake smile up but I don't know until when I'll be able to do that.
I was so lost in his eyes that I didn't notice when my legs touched the bed but with a quick move, he picked me up like a feather.
Before I could put two and two together, he threw me on the bed almost harshly, knocking the air out of my lungs.
With the support of my elbows, I started to sit up but he was faster than me and before I could make any move, he was on top of me.
"Relax, why are you sweating furiously like you just ran in a marathon. I don't think you're scared and nervous because you were the one to offer yourself".
