C145 Chapter 145

A hot-blooded youth especially could not resist this kind of impulse.

Again my hand struck the spot where she had never let me touch, and her resistance lessened, and I touched it, gently, gently, and she closed her eyes, and in the dim light I saw her frown slightly, and the sound of her breathing was like a low sob, and she raised her head, no longer allowing me to see her expression