His hand moves on my thigh, and I welcome it by sucking one more time.
He slowly pulls his finger out of my mouth.
My eyes open on instinct.
Lips parted, chest burning, I watch him stick the finger into his mouth. He holds my gaze, taking his time before he drags it out.
My brain is altered.
He withdraws his hand from my thigh, too.
And I just stare into the darkness of his eyes. It pulls me in, body and mind; I can’t explain.
My heart simply beats unusually.
He sits up.
I shut my mouth and look away, feeling my face flame like hell.
The lights suddenly come on.
Squinting, I put a hand over my eyes.
“Let’s go home,” he says and grips my waist, lifting me off his thighs onto the banquet.
Then the screen of his phone lights up.
Caller ID: Lewis
My neck snaps tight.
He turns
