Chapter 448
Elara
The white fog, around us is not helping by shining brightly, so when I unzip the front of her shorts, I ....don't see anything.
I mean there's a vague figure of it, but still nothing.
I sigh.
"Well, I am sorry for disappointing you," Daphne says.
"What? No, it is not like that."
She raises an eyebrow.
"Then what is it like?"
I look at her. Then back at the fog. Then back at her.
"I just... I wanted to see it," I admit. "In the dreams, I could see it. But now, with all this fog..."
She laughs softly and stands up.
My eyes cannot believe it. I open my mouth and close it.
"This is not what I remember," I say quickly. "I think there are many ways women can be creative during sex. There is no need for this."
I try to shift away from what this is.
"Oh no, you do not," she says.
She steps closer. I shuffle back on the ground.
"Daphne, seriously, let us talk about this," I say nervously.
