“You know, Jasmine,” he said, sounding almost distracted, “these things are so strong—” “Things?” I almost panted out. “Legs,” he clarified, still touching my skin. “Legs,” he emphasized. “They’re all muscle. I didn’t think—” He made a noise in the back of his throat as his palm swept up over my knee to land on the top of my thigh. “—they would be so soft.”
