Faith
His hand on my thigh was so distracting but every time I turned to look at him, I found his own eyes firmly glued to the stage.
He was so engrossed in it I doubted her even realised he was tapping out the melody on my thigh.
The inside of my thigh at that. It made concentrating on the music nearly impossible.
“Asher.” I whispered his name as his hand dipped under the hem of my dress. It had been short when I had been standing and now I was sitting it was almost obscene. But if his hands went any higher he would be skimming panties.
“Mmhhmm.”
He didn’t even turn his head and yet somehow he had heard me. “Your hand… is um ….up my dress.” I blushed , thankful for the almost darkness.
He turned slowly, and his fingers stopped moving. He didn’t move his hand though as his eyes me
