I stilled.

My eyes snapped open, while my face hovered mid-air.

My lips quivered slightly as tears gathered in my eyes.

Both of these emotions were driven by one force.

Fear.

Oh God.

What have you done, Rosie?

“I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to…” I began,

scrambling backwards, but instead—

His hand wrapped around my wrist, tugging me towards his body.

“Henry—”

His lips slammed against mine, burying the plea beneath my lips.

I melted into his touch, moaning softly.

His lips moved against mine.

Hungry.

Needy.

He pulled me onto his lap, pressing my clit right against his erect dick.

Fuck.

I hadn't worn my panties.

(Who cares?)...