Chapter 6. Delirious

“Y–yes…” I finally answered his question as he slowly lifted me up.

“Hmmm, differentiate it, then.”

I was so delirious just because of his touches, the heat radiating from his sweaty palms. He’s touching my body everywhere that I couldn’t help but stifle erotic sounds I’d never know I could hear from myself.

“D-Differentiate, what?” I exhaled.

“The difference between romantic and sexual feelings.” The fuc—what? I couldn’t understand anything anymore because his calloused huge hands were touching my tits. He was teasing it, the way he wanted it to, and damn if that doesn’t make me feel things inside my thighs. He was so good at making me feel these foreign things.

These strange things that are making me delirious.

“Now I think you don’t understand the difference,” he giggled darkly. “Do you want me to show you instead? Show not tell, as they say….”

I gasped. No, I gaped. This man—he’s everything I hated. Yet, still, I ached for him, every inc