one of his hands wraps around both my ankles. He lifts them, holds them up as he sits down, and then lowers my bare feet in his lap. I blink at him. Then at his hand. His grip softens against my left calf, its circumference loose. He has short, blunt nails. Long, enveloping fingers. A wave of heat irradiates up my legs.
Bruh tbh you should have known he'd pull this move if you were stretching on his seat. You crossed the boundary first
