?<strong>Chapter 761:</strong>


    “Drop the act.” Fannie unfastened her seatbelt. “Drive safe. I’m leaving.”


    Bobby caught her arm, pulling her close. “Do you even understand how dating works, Fifi?”


    Fannie found herself unexpectedly pushing her hands against his chest in a nervous gesture.


    Men tended to be warmer, which might exin hisforting heat.


    Although the car was scented with air freshener, it was no match for the invigorating smell of Bobby.


    Navigating the dating scene was unfamiliar territory for Fannie, and she hardly considered herself to be in a rtionship with Bobby.


    To him, she was merely another face in the crowd.


    He would call her asionally, using her affection and then forgetting her just as quickly.


    Aware of his indifferent ways, Fannie often reminded herself to guard her heart.


    For her, it was merely a game.


    She resolved to stay fearless.


    “Why not show me how?” Fannie retorted with a challenge.


    Bobby’s grip rxed as he looked into her eyes. “Kiss me.”


    Fannie tensed her lips, feeling their edges. “Dream on.”


    Hisughter filled the space as he gently held her face. “Are you shy? I’m your boyfriend now. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about. I like you just the way you are.”


    Fannie knew he had a knack for ttering women.


    Wanting to end the moment soon, she nted a brief kiss on his cheek.


    Her only desire was to leave the car; yet Bobby drew her back forcefully, pinning her against the door with intentions of a kiss. Time seemed to dissolve as she feltpletely dominated by him.


    She found no joy in it and was mostly embarrassed by how intense their kiss was.


    As he deepened the kiss, his hand began wandering beneath her clothes.


    However, Fannie quickly put a stop to his advances.


    Their understanding of intimacy was mismatched.


    Bobby was far too experienced, while she remained innocently unaware.


    He was thick-skinned, and she was too shy.


    “Ugh…”


    Sensing her unease, Bobby eased his hold slightly.


    His desire was ring up once more.


    He pondered why he was so drawn to Fannie.


    “It’s alreadyte and not safe. May I stay at your ce tonight?”


    “Absolutely not!” Fannie cut him off sharply.


    As Bobby smoothed her disheveled hair, he pleaded, “Why can’t I stay over? I did justst night.”


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