Lechna_Baram

"Why the mask?" he asked. I kept quiet as he moved his hand to my hair. He untied my hair and let the hair band fall on the ground. 

      "Why are you touching me? Am a whore, right?" I asked as I stared at him, right in the eyes. He stared back at me and didn't answer. Didn't he just call me a whore? He buried his face back in my neck and lightly blow on my face. That felt good. Damn good. When his lips made contact with my skin, i bit my lips to stop a moan. I could feel his hands letting my wrists free. My hands fell on his shoulders. My eyes were closed as I concentrated on the feelings that I was getting. What the hell was he doing to me?

Masked Feelings

I've been thinking a lot since this morning. 


I can confirm: over thinking is not good. 


It's already around one in the afternoon. Damian hasn't tried to contact me at all. I wasn't really wanting to face him after yesterday. I stared at the empty apartment and sighed. Rose wasn't home. She was most probably at Jace's right now. I think I'll be hanging out at home itself today. I unwrapped the towel from around myself and put on my clothes. I made my way to the kitchen while tieing my hair in a messy bun. 


Or should I do a marathon of the The 100?


Chapter 35: Unexpected