"Are you sure you're okay with this, Love?" Dinah asks and gently places her hand on my knee, frowning a little as she studies my reaction. Her hand absentmindedly starts moving up and down in gentle strokes, a move I discovered early on in our relationship that she does when she's anxious about my reaction and wants to calm me down.
It never worked. I never calm down when she does that because you-know-what starts stirring inside my pants though that's not always a bad thing.
It's been two weeks since James told her over the phone that he's coming to the Philippines for the next phase of David's adoption.
"Us going to the airport to get James? Yes. You caressing my thigh while I'm driving? Mmm..." I look at her smirk. "I'm not sure. Taas mo pa." I wink at her.
"Ano ba? You're so naugh
