Michael exhales, and I feel his breath tease my neck. Anger doesn’t begin to describe how I feel right now. Yet, I hate myself for still feeling vulnerable in his presence. I can’t help myself. As much as I hate him in this moment, I love the way he feels on top of me just as much. My body betrays me. The same way he had. My mind is screaming obscenities at him, while my body is moistening at the feel of him pressing against me. All I can think is how glad I am that I’m a female. As much as I want him, he will never know. On the other hand, I can tell just how much being in such close proximity to me is affecting him.
“Get off of me, Michael,” I demand.
Stronger heads will prevail. He isn’t going to throw his sexuality around, thinking it will get him a lighter sentence. I’m stronger than that. Michael moves, letting me up. He stands, stretching his hand out to me. Are you fucking kidding me? I bypass his offer, getting up on my own volition. That makes him smile. Arrogant asshole.