M I R A N D A
I feel Hugo's hands holding on my curves.
“What are you doing?” I quickly asked, feeling a little tensed.
“Let me just hold you.” He answers.
“Hugo.. we should not be doing this.” I reminded him.
I push his hands away even though I admit that I like it.
He sighs heavily and I don’t know what his intentions are but I am nervous.
I should not be tempted by this, by him and by his touches.
“I’m not doing anything...” He says in a whispering voice as he place his hands over me my hips again.
He's giving me massive, and I mean massive heat with just one touch and to think his hands aren't even moving yet but my heart feels like jumping out from my chest.
"W-what do you really want?" I croaked.
"Because I wanna see you.” He says close to my ear. “I wanna talk to you about something."
“This is not the best way to… talk, Hugo.” I answer him.