The word leaves my mouth before I can think better of it. He’s just often so composed it’s hard to know what’s going through his head. I’ve felt a connection with him, one I wasn’t expecting but can’t deny. I just didn’t know he was feeling the same. His thumbs trace circles along my inner thighs, making my nerve endings combust with pure need for him. His hands are dangerously close to the most intimate part of me. There isn’t much fabric between us. It’d be easy for him to slip his fingers into my bikini bottoms. Cal leans in close, our faces now just inches apart. His lips are so close all
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