Seventy eight

Stefan lifted Diane off the couch and carried her towards the bathroom in Bridal style.

Diane buried her crimson red face in his chest as she avoided looking at him.

She was burning with embarrassment and didn't dare say a word.

Diane placed her in the tub and turned on the water in an attempt to wash her body but she protested.

“ I…. it's fine, I can do it.” She protested but he simply ignored her and scrubbed her body.

She bit down on her bottom lip nervously while fondling with her fingers.

“ Are you cold? You look pale.” Stefan asked with a frown upon realizing how pale she looked but unbeknownst to him she was only flushed with embarrassment.

“ You got what you wanted, why are you still here?” She suddenly spoke and that seems to have triggered something in him.

“Look at me.” He whispered with a stern voice and she raised her head to look at him.

Diane gulped down nervously as she stared at him.

Stefan grabbed hold of her chin and of course she could already tell he was burning w