Chapter 15: Was It Supposed To Be Like This?…
"Uh...yes," Avelina replied, a bit tense. "But... I don’t want to consummate our...um..."
"I was never intending for us to do that!" Draven immediately shook his head at her. "That was just my old man’s words. it doesn’t mean I am willing to do it, so do not worry. I am not at all interested," he assured.
He lingered at the window, a bit reluctant to mark her. To him, Avelina looked scared, and he wasn’t sure what to do. He wanted her to be as comfortable as ever so that they could both accomplish their goals without any mishaps, but at that moment, he was not sure if it was okay to proceed.
After a few seconds of contemplation, he sprang to his feet and made his way to the bed. He stared at her and took a deep breath.
She looked fine, with no sign of fright visible on her face, but regardless, he could tell that she was afraid from her fingers, which were nervously tapping the bed. He had noticed that she tapped her fingers on her thighs, floors, table, or anything else whenever she was anxious.
He exhaled and gently grabbed her chin.
"Are you ready?" he inquired.
"Yes," Avelina replied, her heartbeat quickening.
Her eyes were filled with a mixture of fear and curiosity
Draven slowly pushed her down to the bed and hovered above her. He extended a hand, his touch surprisingly gentle and his fingers grazed the delicate skin on her neck, leaving a trail of shivers in their wake.
He interlocked his fingers with hers and pinned her hands above her head.