Pedia's POV
I love food; food is love, food is life, food is everything, right?
Anyway, right now, I'm trying to enjoy my chicken salad, but someone *cough* Chase *cough* keeps rubbing his hand up and down my thigh.
I keep feeling the electricity running through my body.
I felt butterflies in my stomach.
We were engrossed in a bizarre conversation.
It was hard to focus when you had someone running their hand up and on my thigh.
It's kind of hard to focus.
I looked at Chase, and he gave me the 'I'm not doing anything' look, and I just rolled my eyes at him.
I enjoyed my chicken until someone started running their finger up and down my thigh.
I knew he wasn't going to stop, so I intertwined my hand into his soft ones. He looked at me, shocked, and I just carried on eating.
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