The soft padding of Birdie’s footfalls drew nearer, and I moved into position while Ren stepped up behind me. We’d practised this so many times yet as he placed his hands on my hips, it felt far more intimate than when we’d done it before in his apartment. His fingers lifted the edge of my shirt, the tips of them grazing my skin and sending a wave of heat rippling down my spine.
A fucking wendys
