He might not be able to dance, but he has no issues staying in time with my steps. My pulse is racing in my ears, and he’s all around me. His scent, the cute freckles, the way he’s gripping me tight. Every step has my groin skimming against him, and I’m dangerously close to getting hard. Just his proximity is doing it. Somehow, he’s even more stunning up close. Up close where I can make out the guardedness in his eyes, the way one side of his face holds tension, like he’s biting the inside of his cheek maybe, how the bow in his top lip is more pronounced on the left, and above it, in the
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