"You are hot." He spoke in a whisper that only she could hear.
Yes, extremely hot. So hot that Primrose didn't mind rolling around with him. A virgin's desire was truly compassionate. Her deeply crimson cheeks turned into a shade darker of blood.
"You think so?" She asked, a rare shyness mixed in.
Cassius raised an impeccable eyebrow. His gaze remained on her as he balanced himself on one arm and raised the other two to touch her forehead. His knuckles knocked on her smooth skin, almost making it sound like a drum.
"You are running a fever." He chided.
Illusions shattered. Bubbles burst and the hopes and dreams crushed. A virgin's desire to lose herself to an explicit encounter remained a wish yet to be fulfilled.
"I am not." She argued. Her arms drew him in by the round collar of his shirt. She……
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