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    My heart started to race, pounding in my chest… I had been the one who wanted to flirt and test


    him, but now that he was actually responding, I found myself losing my nerve.


    I breathed heavily and only managed to stammer, “Brandon, you…”


    However, he took a step forward, cutting off my words and instinctively making me step back.


    With that single step, he was no longer standing at the door, but rather inside my room. I found


    myself pressed against the shoe cab, both of us still holding the bowl of oatmeal.


    I had to admit, he had impressive control. Despite the tugging and pulling between us, the oatmeal


    hadn’t spilled a drop.


    My heart was racing, nearly pounding out of my chest, but Brandon didn’t say anything. He just


    stood there, incredibly close, staring at me.


    I couldn’t bring myself to meet his gaze. A wave of regret washed over me as I wondered why I had


    thought it was a good idea to provoke him.


    Lisa had encouraged me, but she had also warned me that men couldn’t resist being teased. I acted


    on a whim and did something stupid. But what was done was done. Regret was useless now.


    I forced myself to stay calm because only by keeping my cool could I handle Brandon. I could tell he


    was affected, that my little stunt had gotten to him.


    He was struggling to contain himself. It was evident from the veins


    standing out on his forehead.


    “The oatmeal’s here. You can go now,” I said this sentence while holding my breath.


    Brandon didn’t move or respond.


    “Bran-”


    “Mae…” He interrupted me. His voice was low and hoarse, like a feather brushing across my heart.


    I felt like all my nerves were on the verge of breaking down, and an indescribable sensation was


    rising in my body.


    *Hmm?”


    My voice trembled somewhat seductively. I quickly bit my lip, afraid to make any more sounds. I


    never expected to see this side of myself. It was so embarrassing.


    Brandon’s Adam’s apple bobbed rapidly under my gaze. The next moment, he used his other hand


    to cup my head, pressing it against his chest.


    His deep voice rumbled in my ear. “Don’t say a word.”


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    didn’t understand what he meant


    ‘Don’t move, and don’t speak,” he continued in a voice even more hoarse. I’m afraid… I might not be


    able to hold back.”


    My eyes widened. I wondered if he was implying he had those kinds of thoughts about me


    ‘Stay still and be good.” Hisrge hand stroked my hair to keep me still, but he moved closer and


    held me tighter.


    I was only wearing a thin silk nightgown, and he was dressed in a thin T- shirt. The flimsy fabric did


    nothing to inste the intense heat between us


    I wasn’t Lisa. I hadn’t studied medicine or researched the human body and physiology, but I knew


    my nerves were highly stimted right now. They were moring, almost yearning for something


    I wasn’t a young girl anymore. I was in my 20s, mature in body and mind, but I had never been


    touched. It was like a void, wanting to be filled, making me anxious.


    And I could tell that Brandon wasn’t much better. His heartbeat, breathing, and body temperature all


    indicated desire. I was attracting him, but the


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