“What are you doing?” He glanced up with a smirk that sent a horde of butterflies loose in my stomach. Silently, he reached for my right ankle, gripping my calf as he slowly pulled my boot off. Even through my leggings, the heat of his touch was searing. He moved to my other boot and repeated the process without taking his eyes off me, his fingers lingering on the inside of my leg. I bit my bottom lip. He was toying with me, as I’d often done to him. Helping take my mind off the terrors pressing against me. It was working.
