I felt his hands slowly unbuttoning the small buttons at the back of my nightgown, then caressing my bare back when he was done.

Okay, this is going too far already.

"Stop him, Ivy. You need to stop him," my subconscious mind screamed at me.

"Stop, Romeo," I finally cautioned him after having a debate in my mind about whether to stop him or not.

I hated that my voice sounded like a moan. I'm sure it's going to give him the wrong signal.

"Why?" he hoarsely asked.

Why do I want him to stop? Is it because we haven't settled our dispute? Or because it's shameless to make out...