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He was trying not to touch me, I could feel that right away; he was trying to keep a nearly invisible distance between his touch and my skin. But my boy shorts were tight and the angle was strange, and his fingertips brushed once over my vulva. He froze behind me, his hand going still, and again, his fingertips skated over my slick seam. Intentionally this time. A rough exhale near my ear.
Salt in the Wound (Lyonesse)
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