Description
"What if I don't stop?", I say bravely, not understanding where the courage comes from. But at this point, I also don't care. The tension is so immense and the way he looks at me doesn't reduce it at all. He looks at me with those piercing glaring eyes which want to swallow me up and eat me alive in an instant. Suddenly, he comes closer and before realising, he already pushed me against the big tree behind me and whispers softly "Stop provoking me. I'm not sure if I can control myself any further." His deep and breathy voice brushes against my ear and makes my heart beating faster. At this moment, I feel the confidence leaving my body and instead, pure nervousness mixed with fear and exitment takes control over it. How the fuck did I end up in this situation?
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