125 - Responsibilities

“I will take responsibility.”

A voice that Lola had come to grow familiar with spoke up from his position on the leather couch.

Lola stiffened and held the part of the blanket that covered a generous part of her body closer to herself. She tore her eyes away from the red patch on the bed. From his words, she knew that he must have also seen it. A twenty-two-year-old virgin. What did Noah Sanchez think of her? Pity?. Is that why he offered to take responsibility for her? Did Noah feel pity for her?

Ignoring the pain between her legs, she got off the bed wrapped the blanket more tightly about her body, and pretended not to have heard him say a word.

Noah held his breath. Lola’s silence was killing him and it made him more anxious than ever. Was she mad at him?.. Of course, she was.

He stood up from the cushion, no longer able to sit still, and simply crossed the distance between them. The woman on the bed hurriedly shifted before he could reach her. She took some steps back just before