Diana's lips fell open as she felt blood move upwards to her chin.
Se..sex what?
Her mind involuntarily started imagining them naked under the sheets and she wished she would just disappear into thin air.
How would he say it so shamelessly! And who was talking about sex now!
Diana didn't even know how to reply to him; she stared at the message as she cracked her brain on how to reply him, after a few seconds, she typed;
''Who's talking about sex? I'm not going to have sex with you! '' Even though she was actually dying to have sex with him, she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that she wanted him badly.
tsh, that was one of the perks of dating a handsome guy who knew how handsome he was!
She was still trying to recover from the mental shame he had put her through when her phone vibrated again;
''don't say that out loud, cause you might actually beg me. ''
