He’d initially muttered a “Shit man, sorry” and started to back away, but his eyes lingered, sketching a quick path from my face to my crotch. I had one leg up on a little coffee table and had slouched low on the couch to get to my ass, so there was plenty for him to look at, but still, he’d seemed mostly unruffled. I was the one who came apart.
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