LUCIEN
She stood up, hurriedly swaying to the desk behind me. I glanced at her, to see if she was looking my way. She wasn’t, her mind completely occupied with the delivery packaged with a lot of wrappings.
I slid down the couch a bit and placed one hand on my thighs. I massaged it gently, taking deep breaths. I chanted in my mind.
‘Get a grip Lucien. Control yourself. Don’t let it stick out. Don’t let her know what she is doing to you.’
“Keys? What is it for?”
“Its my birthday gift for you.” I murmured, biting back a throaty groan.
“You got me a bike?” she stared wide-eyed at me looking unsure whether she should be happy or not.
“Yes. You once asked me for one when you were younger. I told you I would get it for you when you were old enough. I figured I should keep my word.”
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