บท 310: Level of a Jerk

Demyan 

I held onto Malia as she breathed heavily against my chest. I was sure I sounded worse as I buried my face in the crook of her neck. What in the world had gotten into me? It felt like I was possessed by another creature, a red blooded male, who had no thought of the consequences. 

Were there consequences when we were still together? I did not even know, but my train of thought quickly ended when I heard Malia's soft cry. My heart stopped, thinking I had hurt her and I was quick to pull out of her even though I was semi-hard and gently placed her down. Her legs were shaky and I cursed myself. 

"Did I hurt you?" I worried as I inspected her body. I kneeled down but she covered herself. "Malia," I frowned as she shook her head. I gently took her hands in mine and moved them away so I could see her. Her shining eyes looked down to me as she cried. "I'm sorry. You didn't hurt me," she choked.