I lick my lips before I say, “You said you wouldn’t touch me unless I asked?” He nods, his eyes scanning me. “You let me hold your hand today,” he says. “That’s true. But you know I didn’t mean that kind of touch.” He smirks, the corner of his mouth tipping up to reveal a dimple in his cheek that practically shreds my heart. “Can I touch you?” I ask with a tilt of my head. “You can do whatever you fucking want to me.” His voice is rough, like a file dragging along a stone, and it makes my stomach tighten. He leans in. “The dirtier the better.”
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