What was happening to him? He was turning back to her, letting her take control. Troy didn't hate what just happened, not one bit. He was livid and it shouldn't have happened like that, at least not for their first time, but showing her the anger hadn't phased him this time. If anything, he hated that they'd stopped.
"Rule Number Two Troy. Do you want to try again?"
Hand clasped once again in his, she walked him over to the bed. Her open shirt and bra were dangling off of her body. She took them both off and threw them at him. Then she got onto the bed and laid herself out in front of him. Had she somehow gotten more beautiful? Because he couldn't take his eyes off of her.
He got onto the bed with her cautiously. It wasn't supposed to come out. He hadn't meant to let her know he didn't just want her. He needed her.
"Why did you go in the first place?" he asked.