“I cannot sleep with you in my room?” I was getting annoyed. The fact that I was a 20-year-old hormonal woman in my room with a Greek god-like Mason, and I was still in my senses made me realize just how strong I was. My skin grew warm and tingly.
“Why?” He asked, his hands wrapping around his torso. He looked curious. Stop looking at me with those eyes, Or I might lose the power in my knees.
“Because…I…I have never slept with a man-,” My eyes widen when he raised his brows, “-I mean in my room. There was never a man…In my room, Oh God! It’s…weird!” I wanted to hide my face from how red it was going. What is wrong with me? The fact that I was in my night-shirt and tiny shorts and that he was just staring at me effortlessly. How would his hands feel on my body?
“Get used to it Red one. F
