“You say that,” Charles shrugged as he pushed their hands against her body, “yet your tone is suggesting you don’t think that at all, my Emmeline.”
Oh, he was enjoying this. He’d hoped his use of the word ‘my’ would fluster her more and short of making a move and kissing her, he wasn’t sure how far he could push. Would he be able to push her over the edge? He hoped so though wasn’t sure he wanted to. He’d seen what she was like when he pushed her in other ways – and it wasn’t nice.
But this entire scenario was different to those other times so maybe if he pushed her, it would be good this time. Maybe.
“And even if I am awful, it doesn’t sound like you want me to stop… Do you want me to?”
Oh, he was enjoying this. He’d hoped his use of the word ‘my’ would fluster her more and short of making a move and kissing her, he wasn’t sure how far he could push. Would he be able to push her over the edge? He hoped so though wasn’t sure he wanted to. He’d seen what she was like when he pushed her in other ways – and it wasn’t nice.
But this entire scenario was different to those other times so maybe if he pushed her, it would be good this time. Maybe.
“And even if I am awful, it doesn’t sound like you want me to stop… Do you want me to?”