The Moment I Stepped Into His World as the Fake Girlfriend, I Became the Real Prize novel Chapter 95

"I... I didn't mean to!"

Snapping out of it, Sterling jerked his hands back, stumbling backward awkwardly to put distance between them.

His eyes darted everywhere but at Elena, his face and ears flushing a deep crimson.

Recovering from the shock, Elena listened to his panicked defense and leaned lazily against the wall.

"Did it feel good, Sterling?"

Her voice was sweet, laced with a teasing lilt.

The young man clenched his fists, desperately trying to forget the lingering sensation imprinted on his palms.

Yet, with her question, his palms felt as if they were burning, practically sweating under the phantom touch.

"Since you touched me, doesn't that cost extra?"

Elena pressed on, making the flustered boy snap his head up in outrage. "At a time like this, that's all you're thinking about?"

"Well, otherwise... you can let me feel you up. Then we're even."

"In your dreams!"

Almost the second the words left her mouth, Sterling's defenses spiked, looking for all the world like a virtuous maiden fending off a predator.

Seeing this, Elena found it even more hilarious, a playful urge rising in her chest. "Your hands are huge, you covered me right up. And you have such long fingers... They say men with long fingers are also very well-endowed."

As Sterling listened, utter disbelief washed over his face, and he glared at her intensely. "Elena, do you have any shame at all!"

Feigning skepticism, her gaze drifted pointedly downward. "Don't tell me... the rumor is false, and you're the exception to the rule?"

The insinuation was loud and clear—she was implying he fell short in that department.

Instantly, his face turned beet red, his puppy-dog eyes darkening drastically. "Shut up! I have zero problems down there!"

Pausing, he realized she was just trying to derail the conversation. Was this really the time for this?

"Don't think you can just gloss over the issue like this!"

He did his best to suppress his temper, a cold expression slipping back onto his face as he returned to the main point.

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