Bryce couldn't do it.
No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't kiss her back. Hell no! What exactly was wrong with him? He had always been the one to jump on an opportunity like this one. Natalie was offering herself on a silver platter right in front of him, but for some weird reason, he seemed uninterested. This was as far as he could go.
He was slowly losing his mind and he could tell. He was almost on the verge of insanity. This couldn't be him. Something definitely was taking control over him. How was it possible that he couldn't think straight and why couldn't he get it up? Fuck it! He was screwed.
Natalie continued with the kiss while his brain kept on firing different questions at him, compelling him to stop whatever he was doing.
Feeling frustrated, he snatched his lips away from hers and took another swig of alcohol. Maybe he wasn't drunk enough. But then again, since when did he need to get drunk to have sex with a woman? He had never attempted such a feat before, and even if he did, he had never relied on alcohol to give sexual pleasures to a woman. Never ever!
Being sober enough to watch them scream under his touch was something that he had always anticipated and looked forward to.
"Are you alright?" Natalie reached out to hold his hands. He looked flustered and quite upset. Something was definitely up, but she couldn't put her finger on it.
"I'm fine," came his casual and swift response. He suddenly felt suffocated. He didn't like it here anymore. He wanted out of this place. He needed help. He needed to seek the advice of a medical practitioner because this sickness was a new breakout and he couldn't understand the symptoms that came along with it.