Kendell Marano Parker.
His eyes were fixed on mine like a predator, and my legs were tight.
He raises his hand toward my face and instinctively my eyes have closed.
- The cup of coffee. - Your seven-thundered voice invades my body abruptly and I open my eyes feeling my face burn.
Kendell, focusses on women.
- Yeah... yes. - I talk clumsy and turn around again feeling my legs tight, to remove the cup.
Now is not the time for you to misbehave.
I remove the cup and turn around to deliver it, for some reason I could no longer look directly at it.
If I look, I'll lose control for good.
- Here. - I say and feel his warm hands touch mine while he catches the cup. - I... I'll be right there. - I say clumsy, and move my treacherous legs away from him.
But your hand takes mine, and the discharges didn't spare my body.
Don't do that, don't boss.
The saints aren't obeying me.
- Why do you keep running away from me? - He asks as soon as I turn to him again.