Tessa looked at Faye, who was half-pressing on her, towering above her like a dark night emperor, and firmly refused: "What's wrong with touching you? I touch you but I don't want anything, and you want to force it, but you said you wouldn't force it on me."
"I didn't force... you felt it!" Faye spoke ambiguously while letting one hand move towards her lower abdomen.
Tessa was startled, grabbed his hand fiercely, and panted, "Who felt it? I just need to use the bathroom."
Faye remained unfazed, with a playful gleam in his eyes as he looked at her, then his hand continued downward, further down...
Tessa instinctively wanted to close her legs, but found that Faye was already wedged between them and she couldn't close them.
She said, "Get up, now."
He said, "You're wet."
Tessa's face uncontrollably turned red, "I might be pregnant, and you're still thinking about this, you beast, that's what you love, isn't it."
This was a risky time; she absolutely couldn't let him succeed.
