LILY
His fingers grazed my core through the flimsy fabric of my panties, and I bit out on my bottom lip, suppressing the sound that threatened to escape.
I should have known Margaret would never invite us to dinner without an agenda.
The moment Alex finished his bold declaration, the air at the table shifted. My father leaned back in his chair with a measured look, my mother’s smile sharpened into polite curiosity, and Bella clapped her hands once like Alex had just won an award.
All of it barely registered as I gripped my fork even harder, forcing myself to keep composure as Roland’s fingers teased me under the table.
“That’s very intentional of you,” my father remarked, folding his napkin with deliberate calm. “Flying across the country for my daughter is no small gesture.”
Alex
