Chapter 90 Drake?

• He didn't stop me. I got bolder. Stroking him as I looked into his eyes. The purple orbs stared into mine, melting through, just to get to my thoughts. I had to break away from the stare, scared he could see through me, to the lies and everything. I let go of his dick long enough to get on one knee, but before I could kneel fully, he stopped me, shaking his head.
• “You can't.” His voice was softer, devoid of the suspicion I had gotten used to. For a second, I got a flashback of a different Drake, a caring, shy one. I knew it was one of those flashbacks because I'd never seen Drake look at me with an embarrassed flush on his cheeks.
• “Why?” I asked, letting go of these thoughts. It just wasn't the time to think of it. I will have to ask Ryth about it when next we chat. She will know why I keep having these flashbacks that rival everything I thought I knew.