Walking over to me, he stood in front of me. I looked up at him, as he put his hands on the sink, closing me in the middle. “Yeah… what, Joy?” When he spoke, he was so close to my ear that it sent chills down my spine. “To whatever you said,” I whispered, never removing eye contact with him. “You not ready for this just yet, Joy… I told you I can wait.” He took my hand and placed it on him, and I nearly fainted from feeling how thick it felt in my hands.
