There is one thing universally agreed upon: love can't be forced, at the same time, love can't be controlled.
Hee convulsing shoulders shows that she has been keeping this all locked in.
I'm not completely heartless, so I raised my hand and patted her blond wavy hair awkwardly.
"You are so warm, why do you act all cold?" She sniffed and raised her eyes looking at me blankly.
My hand froze and I took it off her hair.
"My clothes are stained with your snorts, how will you compensate me?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at her after glancing down at my blue jacket.
I intentionally avoided her question.
"Sorry!" She rubbed her fingers on my jacket, slowly rubbing on my breast.
Her wiping became slow as she tried to feel my breast more. She grazed my nipples and the fact I wore a sports bra, made me feel her hot palm more.
I was feeling aroused from her intentional or unintentional rubbing.
I grabbed her fingers and she looked up at me, seemingly scared.
"I'm sorry, I got carried away." Lucia blushed.
It was the first time I saw her blushing closely.
I ignored her attempts to explain and walked out of the restroom, I have spent much time here.
A soft petite frame fell into my embrace the moment I opened the door.
"Ahh!!" I looked down only to realize it's Rosie.
I steadied her movements and she clung to my jacket.
I stared deeply at her startled and worried eyes.
I suddenly felt confused, what do I feel for both of them?
"Bloom careful!" Lucia called out, seemingly afraid that I might injure myself.
I came to realize that both Rosie and Lucia were in love with me.