While I'm thinking about what he's just said, replaying the words in my mind, he places a hand behind each calf and lifts my legs until my feet are even with my seat. Then pulls his legs together until his knees touch and rests my feet on top of them. "You don't see the woman I see." His hands part my legs and he lowers them until each of my knees touches the outside of his. I'm trying to listen, but my focus is shifting from the things his lips are saying, to the things his hands are saying. The story is unfolding in his touch. His hands find my knees again, but this time they slide slowly up
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God damn 🥵 he’s slick
