Kerris POV
I almost lose focus as he said the words. But those eyes. They have taken on the same colors as that first night. When I look at his hands, they're still normal flesh. He may or may not be himself right now. Yet I can't the anticipation that comes over me as he lowers himself on the bed and wraps one large hand around my ankle.
"I'm supposed to touch you," he says. A thumb gently caress my flesh, causing a thrill to travel up my thigh. "Touching you will lure him out."
There's nothing romantic about his words. We're on a mission here. I keep repeating these thoughts in my head to stay focused. Then his hand moves to the back of my leg and begins to gently move up my thigh.
I should protest. He said last time was a mistake. I shouldn't let him touch me as if he enjoys it.
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