"What's the difference?" I couldn't help but shout.
Michael frowned and pulled me over.
I obeyed his pull. I didn't want to quarrel with him. But since we were mates, he should understand that he couldn't arrange my life according to his wishes.
Michael gently stroked my back. He was tall. Even though he was sitting on the bed now and I was standing in front of him, his eyes were almost level with mine. He looked at me with his beautiful eyes, and I had to keep telling myself not to fall for his beauty, but it wasn't easy.
His breath was all over me, and my body quickly heated up. Michael's hand moved from my back to my hips, brushing past gently and then back to my back again. I felt numbness on the part of my body that his finger had touched. I couldn't help but soften my gaze.
"You're much more stubborn than I thought." Michael pushed me onto his lap.
He placed one of his hands on my thigh and gently patted my inner thigh.
