Something Have to Do

Calix reached out, gripping her shoulders in an attempt to push her away, but he couldn’t bring himself to use force.

Her body felt too delicate—too fragile.

He hesitated, caught between stopping her and letting her be, and before he knew it, they had moved toward the foot of the bed.

As he tried to avoid her blows, the edge of the mattress pressed against the back of his thigh.

And then—

She pushed him.

Hard.

Calix lost his balance and fell onto the bed, back first.

And before he could even process what was happening, she straddled him.

“...!”

A sharp, startled inhale left his lips.

Her warmth, pressed directly against his bare skin, sent a jolt through him.

But more than that, the position was....

She straddled his waist, her legs bracketing his hips, the position far too suggestive, far too indecent.

The realization hit him like a strike to the gut.

His breath turned shallow.

He couldn’t move. If he did, if he shifted even a little—

No.

It was already too late.