He held me a bit too tightly, his chin brushing against my hair, and his hand skillfully slid under my nightgown.

　　As his hand grasped my chest, I trembled, unable to hide my reaction, and all my pretenses shattered.

　　"Why are you shaking? Are you cold?" he asked, pretending to be concerned, his lips dangerously close to my ear, sending warmth directly into my ear.

　　"In weather like this, if it's not cold, then it must be hot, right?" I snapped, clearly ...