His bronzed hands get under the skirt and all I can see are his wrists, one of them with the tattoo peeking out. The feel of his callused fingers makes me whip my eyes up at him. Only to find him watching his hands on me, as well. Something about that is so… needy. As if he has to look with his own eyes before believing that he’s touching me. Touching the tender skin of my thighs, making me squirm. “Zach…” He lifts his eyes up to me. “Are you a virgin?” My thighs shake at the intimacy of his question. At the expanse of his broad chest that’s filling up my entire vision. “What?” “Your cherry.
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