Cross Your Mind
DELILAH
The car ride from New York Presbyterian two days later to my FBI interview is uncomfortable. Unfortunately, every bit of discomfort that I feel is centered right between my thighs.
I recall the smell the soap on Javi’s skin from when he grabbed me in my doorway. I remember the hardness of his hands pressed against my back. More importantly, I can recollect his growing erection at the apex of my thighs, and every inch of my skin is now tingling with excitement.
I never considered that I would turn Javi on; I could only think about how he made me feel. And now, to know that I am affecting him is bringing me a level of exhilaration that I had forgotten existed.
His breath was a whisper across my hair. He inhaled and exhaled steadily, a motion so sturdy I could fee
