39. Not Really Apologize

It was getting late in the afternoon. Clothes were scattered on the floor. It signaled that something extraordinary had happened. Even a woman's underwear was caught on the bed lamp beside the bed.

The two people of the opposite sex who just a few hours ago satisfied each other one more time before both fell asleep are still wading through dreamland.

Seconds turned into minutes. One of them starts to squirm, the woman. A moan escapes her mouth as she feels her body exhausted. Plus, she felt pain in her groin. Making the moans turn into screeches of pain.

She tried to move slowly to rise from her current position. But her movement was halted when she felt a tight grip on her stomach. She flicked her gaze in that direction and found a pair of arms firmly attached to the skin of her stomach. The woman's eyes widened. Her heart skipped a beat. She swallowed saliva with difficulty to wet her suddenly dry throat.

The memory of what happened before she fell asleep slowly surfaced. That touch