Chicken out

You chuckle in an effort to diffuse the tension in the situation. "I was kidding honey...of course you are stronger than me..." . Yet, after that straightforward **** on his manhood, Liam takes a step forward, indicating that he is obviously dissatisfied with your reaction. There is no shirt on the man, and he looks sturdy. On his massive shoulders, each and every muscle is plain to see. You have the impression that he could crush you like an ant, manipulating your feminine athletic figure in a cruel and vicious manner. Defying such a beast is inconceivable. You are able to sense the heat that is emanating from his body and observe his stony glare as he draws nearer to you. You are the focus of his attention. "Putting up a fight with me?", he asks, "What were you talking about?". There is nothing more you can do than shake your head, wordless, while the excitement in your blood continues to race. He wraps his large arms around your body and gives you a hug by the waist. You can see his arms protecting and at the same time threatening your body. "What would happen if we grappled?" he insists. "Say what would happen." "No please honey don't hurt me...you'd kick my ass...you would have me powerless in a matter of seconds..." , is the response. The passionate kiss that he gives you causes you to relax and you begin to feel a warm sensation building. There are some of your female friends that make fun of you, but you don't care. You say to Liam, "I'm cold," and then you ask him to come with you to your house for a moment. He gives you a grin as he follows you inside.