I swallowed hard, my breath hitching as his fingers traced slow, tantalizing circles on my inner thigh. My mind was a blur, trapped between confusion and a strange sense of exhilaration I couldn't name.
“Lucas,” I whispered, barely audible, glancing at him from the corner of my eye. His expression was unreadable, focused outward as if he hadn’t a care in the world. But that hand—the hand sending shivers down my spine—was deliberate, a hidden message between just the two of us.
I shifted slightly, hoping the movement would make him stop or at least give me a chance to pull my leg away. But he only drew closer, his touch growing firmer, anchoring me in place. My body betrayed me, sinking deeper into the sensations coursing from his touch, even as my mind screamed at me to move.
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