@WantonLegacy@EpicGallantry@OfAbluvion It isn't happening, Drew. You might be able to lure me into coming away with you. That doesn't mean you'll get to have me. I'm not going to have sex with you. [Your lips didn't affect me. At least that's what I had to keep telling myself in order to stay in control.]
@WantonLegacy@EpicGallantry@OfAbluvion I— [I didn't have much choice in the matter. Our hands were interlocked and I knew better than to go against your demands.] Fine. But we aren't sharing a bed.
@WantonLegacy@EpicGallantry@OfAbluvion unable to pull back. Your words making me scoff under my breath. If anything, I wanted to slap you. Instead, @WantonLegacy captured my lips in a demanding kiss. And I was caving. Melting into you. Lips parting to allow your tongue access.]
@WantonLegacy@EpicGallantry [There were many things I could tolerate but being man handle wasn't one of them. I had many men try to treat me this way, usually @OfAbluvion would be there to help out, but it seemed the only ones here were myself and @WantonLegacy. You had me trapped. Locked against you →
@WantonLegacy@EpicGallantry -- [I used @WantonLegacy's full name to emphasise my point, while my hand came up to deliver a slap to his god damn perfect jaw.] I'm not a hooker. Nor am I yours. [You had offended me. Which I had no problem in voicing, storming past on my way to head home.]
@WantonLegacy@EpicGallantry [There was that term again, like I could be bought. The favourite toy that must be purchased. Taken everywhere so the world knows who it belongs to. I scoffed. Rolled my eyes and slapped @WantonLegacy's hand away. Crossing my arms across my chest.] I can't be bought, Andrew. --