“You know what I mean,” he added, reaching his hand out to cover mine. “I didn’t mean to offend. Of course, you meant it.” We both stared at his hand. My hand felt like it was on fire. I could literally feel a stirring in my nether regions as he gently danced his fingertips over my knuckles. My face flushed again; I could feel it turning bright red.
She needs to watch out for this guy. He knows exactly what he’s doing .
