I see an opportunity and I sure as fuck take it. Since the lovebirds are busy, I plant my hand on Bran’s and he goes still, his hand slightly trembling beneath mine. He’s so fucking warm that I can’t help threading my fingers through his, digging the pads in his thigh. Bran goes still, and here’s the thing; he doesn’t try to push me away. So I go further, stroking his skin with my thumb, trying and failing not to get turned on by a mere stolen touch in public. I really love how his hand is big but still slightly smaller than mine. It’s perfect size. He is perfect in every physical aspect.
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