“How long have you been sitting there?” Muffled by the small table, my words floated on hot air to my bare thighs, and I dared a glance up beyond my knuckles. Dennis was so hot, sitting there- staring at me with his cheek on his fist and a slight smile tilting up the corners of his mouth. His glasses amplified and brightened the twinkle in his eye, and he kneaded my scalp even as he c****d his head.
“Less than a minute. So, my place or yours?” As if realizing his question, Dennis shook his head with a gruff snort, and relief slumped my shoulders that I didn’t have to answer. “Do you want to stop by your place, first- I should say. I forgot for a second there that you live with your parents. Would be crazy uncomfortable.”
“I should, yeah- if you don’t mind. Is it so weird that I live with
