“Someone a little nervous?” he coos, mistaking my resistance for first-date jitters as he digs his fingertips into my upper thigh. “How about I help you relax?” My body freezes as he trails his hand slowly toward my core, easing past the hem of my shorts. It’s only when his fingertips brush the edge of my panties that I come to my senses, and I quickly push my hand against his forearm to stop his assault. His eyes flash with annoyance, but thankfully, he withdraws his hand with a forced chuckle. “Sorry. I got a little carried away.” He brushes the situation away with a wave of his hand and a
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Bro WHAT is wrong w these men I’m sick
