My date with Tyler has been adventurous. Only he could make such a mundane activity so thrilling. After his stern words at the restaurant, he spent the next two hours running his rough fingers up and down my legs. He couldn't reach more than a few inches because of the clothed table between us, but his touch was still enough to make my legs shake, which he was surprisingly kind enough not to mention, even though I could tell when he noticed. He knew he was getting to me and that was victory enough for him.
By the time we made it back to his car, he pushed me against the hood for all the valet people to see. The restaurant wasn't all that busy since most people come here for dinner reservations, but the people who passed us were not happy about the heated kiss and ass-grabbing display.
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