“You’re a kind man. Very much a gentleman. Thanks for the rest and lunch.” He reaches out and touches the back of my right hand; it causes shivers and goose pimples to form all over my skin. His touch rises against my arm, my left shoulder, and he moves two fingertips to my chin. One of the fingertips grazes my bottom lip, ever so gently, and slightly.
I’m going to collapse to the living room floor as my insides become engulfed by Jack-inflicted heat. I see three of him opposed to one. Dizzy. Conflicted. My hands begin to shake, as well as my bottom lip. I’m so frazzled I can’t speak. Wordless and silent. I can’t breathe either. Affixation takes over my chest. And my brain stops working, turning into a heap of mush, sludge, and becomes downright turned off for these few seconds. Numb.
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