When Timothy's lips came close, Samantha pressed her hands against his chest and stopped him. "Don't be in such a hurry!"
The man raised his eyebrows and spoke in an extremely hoarse voice. "What's wrong? Still feeling reluctant?"
"No."
Samantha's cheeks turned red and she said a little awkwardly, "I just…wanted to...take a shower first."
She then pushed him again as soon as she said that.
Timothy stared right at her and looking at her kittenish attitude and let go of her with a smile. "Go ahead then. I can wait for you since...we still have a long night ahead of us anyway..."
Samantha glanced at him with equal parts shyness and annoyance. She then turned around and dashed upstairs like a panicked bunny before running into the master bedroom.
She went into the bathroom, closed the door, and locked it.
With her back pressed against the door panel, she listened quietly to the movement outside and breathed a sigh of relief when she was sure that he did not follow her.
