He took several deep breaths to calm down, his hand gradually loosening its grip on my waist. When he finally released me, I felt a mix of disappointment and relief. I carefully slid off him, trying not to accidentally touch anything I shouldn't, fearing it might rekindle his anger.
Now, neither of us dared to speak.
In the enveloping darkness, I attempted to ease the awkwardness and comfort him, saying, "Honestly, liking men is nothing to be ashamed of. You have nothing to worry about from me."
Before I could finish, Owen's voice, low and menacing, came from behind me. "If you keep talking, I swear I'll take care of you myself."
I froze in fear, "It's fine if you like men, but liking me is a whole different story."
"Why not? Do you have some surprise I don't know about?"
As he spoke, his hand suddenly reached around my waist, tugging at the hem of my thermal underwear, and then his fingers unceremoniously slipped inside.
I felt sweat forming on my forehead in my nervousness. "Please… stop…"
Unmoved, he continued, his fingers lightly pinching my side, with a smirk in his voice, "Soft, isn't it?"