"What do you have to say in your defence?" Nymeria demanded as we both sat on the sofa, side by side.
My ears were at the mercy of her hands. If my answer didn't satisfy her, I might lose them forever.
"Nymeria, our relationship has been stagnant for over six months," I murmured, looking at her with puppy eyes. "I only want us to have some intimate moments."
Her brows furrowed at my answer.
"So you took us to such a degenerate place. I still can't believe something like this exists," she muttered.
Despite her cold demeanour and firm voice, I knew she was convinced by my answer. Her grip around my ears had already loosened.
"What else could I do?" I continued, keeping my voice guilt-ridden. "You two are too beautiful for me to make a move."
"Stop saying nonsense," Nymeria frowned, her eyes sliding sideways. "We are your women. We won't mind you making a move on us—"
Before she could finish her sentence, I moved closer and sealed her lips with mine.
