Rosie Is Not Ready

"I missed you," the man said.

Rosie's heart was beating fast. Her hand that was trying to get Aslan's hand off her skirt paused for a moment. She then shook her head, trying to strengthen her resolve not to let him touch her.

"How can I explain everything when you keep pulling me?" Rosie asked. She now had to fight against Aslan's other hand that was squeezing her breasts from the outside of her dress.

"Sorry. I can't help it. Ever since you woke up and our kiss was behind Hilda's house, your image has always haunted me," said the man while kissing Rosie's slender neck from behind.

"Eungh,… I… can't…" Rosie was still not ready to do this again. 

She didn't want to disappoint Aslan by rejecting him, but she also didn't want to get attached to him again. At this rate, Rosie was going to have a hard time explaining things honestly. The girl moaned as Aslan touched the center of her panties with his finger.