"That's not—"
"That's not what?" Asked Frostella. "You may know this and that and think you are cool sh*t, but no matter how much of a mask you wear, I can see right through you," she abruptly grabbed his right hand, tapping on the crystal. "This right here is how I know what you are feeling. We are connected at a level deeper than what is merely shown on the surface. And that is how I know somewhere inside you, you believe our night together to be one big fat mistake."
"But you know what?" Frostella leaned back in, pressing her sensual curves against his bare skin. "I don't care that you see us as a mistake," she said seductively. "Do you know why that is~?"
"Why…—"
