"Uhhhh, um.... My mom's probably wondering where we are...." I say nervously. I didn't want this guy to anything more to me. Like hell was i gonna touch his sick to pleasure him. If that's what he wanted he would have to go do it in the bathroom alone.
He steps forward and drags me forward, grinding our hips together. Oh sick.... I cry internally.
"John.... you feel disgusted right?" He whispers in my ear. "This is how people feel when they see this. He runs his fingers over the scratches on my arms.
I didn't cut, I scratched. When anxious, I scratch at my arms.
He leans back, "I'm very tempted to take you right now, but your mother is down stairs." He looks down at me with regretful eyes, "your so hot, but I will resist. Let's go your mom probably is wondering where we are" Mr Ramey walks out.
What the hell is this?! I stare after him in confusion.
I'm trying to keep up with two other stories as well, so I'm sorry for the short chapters DX please forgive me. I also kinda wanta drop this story, but I won't for the people who want me to continue
Bye, check out my other stories X3