Seducing Sinclair (3)
Her skin was warm beneath my fingertips. I let my touch linger, barely stroking back and forth in small circles as she started to speak.
“I’ve been babysitting for a while,” she said. “About five years now. Mostly for families around the neighborhood. Some have toddlers, others older kids. I guess I’ve gotten pretty good at handling the chaos.”
I nodded, pretending to listen to every word. But the truth was, I was watching the way her mouth moved, how her lips curled when she laughed about something a little boy once did. My fingers never left her arm.
They just kept moving slowly, exploring without making it too obvious. She didn’t pull away. If anything, she leaned a little closer.
And I couldn’t stop imagining what she’d do if I leaned in just a little more.
