Aria
“Do you remember that first day we spent on the boat?” Brushing the crumbs that pooled on my t-shirt I look to my side with raised eyebrows. Why is he being so strange? All these random questions? He’s giving me some weird ass vibes right now and I’m not sure if I like it.
“It wasn’t a boat then, it still isn’t now. It’s a yacht but yes, I remember. Why?” I point out the obvious, I can’t let the opportunity pass to make him as uncomfortable as he’s making me.
“It had a pretty good start but the ending was terrible. I want a re-do, a whole weekend just me and you on the water. Swimming, fishing, f*****g. What do you think?” He’s walking his fingers up my thigh all the way to my panties, leaving goosebumps in their wake as internally I struggle with asking
