anxiety…laughter.
I’m not a guy, and I haven’t been with many, two if you recall, but I’m quite certain that none of them want to be giggled at when a girl touches their manhood.
“Ah, that’s a good place to start,” Gavin replied and pretended to read the menu while his hand was on my foot and my foot was on his dick. He moved slightly, rubbed himself a little and gave a small moan.
“Too much?” I asked hastily, worried I’d crossed a line.
“I’m okay,” he said and smiled, “so, so very okay.”
“Okay,” I replied and finally giggled, “as long as we know what we’re going to order.”
“Whatever takes the fastest to prepare,” he said and tightened his hold on my foot, his hand was hot and strong and felt as though it was burning through my skin. “I knew I should have taken you to the McDonald’s drive through.”
“That would have been all kinds of classy,” I laughed. “I wouldn’t have minded though, to be honest. I’m not with you tonight because I feel like you have to spend money on me.”
“I don’t mind spending my money on you, love, “ he replied, serious all of a sudden. “Don’t even think that’s an issue with me. What’s the use of having anything if I can’t share it with a beautiful woman?”
“Then you’d better find one!” I said and gave an iron laugh that came out more like a bark. I hated the way I sounded in that moment.
“Stop,” he said and his hand ceased motion on my foot, “I don’t want to hear you talk about yourself like that.”
“I was just kidding,” I replied but felt my face grow hot again. Was I just kidding? I didn’t know really. My entire life had been spent either looking up at my glamorous mother and hearing people tsk about the chin I got from my father, or not thinking about my looks at all.
Auntie G had never said anything either way, when I was with her I just was. When I was with Jenny or out in the world, I couldn’t help but feel inadequate somehow. The way people turned their heads to watch her walk by, the men full of lust and the women full of envy.
I never really thought about it, but I supposed I should think about it now. Was my pairing with the hottest man in the world an equal relationship? I knew it wasn’t, I mean deep, deep down I knew I wasn’t up to his usual standards, but it didn’t feel real to me. I still felt like I was playing at it all, but what if the connection we seemed to have was truly as deep as it felt? What would happen then?
“I don’t think you were,” he said and gave my foot a squeeze. “You are beautiful Sarai, don’t forget it.”
“I don’t know…”
“That’s part of it,” he said, “because you don’t know. When you fell, you looked so mortified and so utterly helpless I wanted to drop down beside you and pick you up. But when I got closer and saw your stunning eyes, your perfect skin, your luscious…well…body, I was smitten.”
“It doesn’t happen like that, though. Not outside of the books I read.”
“It does,” he insisted, “because it just did.”
And here’s the thing, the absolutely crazy assed thing about what he said.
I believed him.
“Will this do, sir?” the waiter asked, breaking into our conversation at the worst possible moment.
Gavin barely glanced at the bottle and said, “Yes, yes, fine.”
“Shall I pour?”
“Yes, please do,” Gavin replied without breaking eye contact with me.
The waiter poured, Gavin stroked my foot under the table, and he stayed hard and pressed against me.
And I fell a little deeper into the crazy abyss that was becoming overwhelming in its perfection and allure.
For a few crazy days I was allowed to believe that it does happen in real life. That things I read about in the pages of my beloved romance novels could happen to me.
But life taught me long ago that things aren’t always what they seem, and nothing ever seems to go my way.
Chapter Eleven
We left the longest dinner of my
I’m not a guy, and I haven’t been with many, two if you recall, but I’m quite certain that none of them want to be giggled at when a girl touches their manhood.
“Ah, that’s a good place to start,” Gavin replied and pretended to read the menu while his hand was on my foot and my foot was on his dick. He moved slightly, rubbed himself a little and gave a small moan.
“Too much?” I asked hastily, worried I’d crossed a line.
“I’m okay,” he said and smiled, “so, so very okay.”
“Okay,” I replied and finally giggled, “as long as we know what we’re going to order.”
“Whatever takes the fastest to prepare,” he said and tightened his hold on my foot, his hand was hot and strong and felt as though it was burning through my skin. “I knew I should have taken you to the McDonald’s drive through.”
“That would have been all kinds of classy,” I laughed. “I wouldn’t have minded though, to be honest. I’m not with you tonight because I feel like you have to spend money on me.”
“I don’t mind spending my money on you, love, “ he replied, serious all of a sudden. “Don’t even think that’s an issue with me. What’s the use of having anything if I can’t share it with a beautiful woman?”
“Then you’d better find one!” I said and gave an iron laugh that came out more like a bark. I hated the way I sounded in that moment.
“Stop,” he said and his hand ceased motion on my foot, “I don’t want to hear you talk about yourself like that.”
“I was just kidding,” I replied but felt my face grow hot again. Was I just kidding? I didn’t know really. My entire life had been spent either looking up at my glamorous mother and hearing people tsk about the chin I got from my father, or not thinking about my looks at all.
Auntie G had never said anything either way, when I was with her I just was. When I was with Jenny or out in the world, I couldn’t help but feel inadequate somehow. The way people turned their heads to watch her walk by, the men full of lust and the women full of envy.
I never really thought about it, but I supposed I should think about it now. Was my pairing with the hottest man in the world an equal relationship? I knew it wasn’t, I mean deep, deep down I knew I wasn’t up to his usual standards, but it didn’t feel real to me. I still felt like I was playing at it all, but what if the connection we seemed to have was truly as deep as it felt? What would happen then?
“I don’t think you were,” he said and gave my foot a squeeze. “You are beautiful Sarai, don’t forget it.”
“I don’t know…”
“That’s part of it,” he said, “because you don’t know. When you fell, you looked so mortified and so utterly helpless I wanted to drop down beside you and pick you up. But when I got closer and saw your stunning eyes, your perfect skin, your luscious…well…body, I was smitten.”
“It doesn’t happen like that, though. Not outside of the books I read.”
“It does,” he insisted, “because it just did.”
And here’s the thing, the absolutely crazy assed thing about what he said.
I believed him.
“Will this do, sir?” the waiter asked, breaking into our conversation at the worst possible moment.
Gavin barely glanced at the bottle and said, “Yes, yes, fine.”
“Shall I pour?”
“Yes, please do,” Gavin replied without breaking eye contact with me.
The waiter poured, Gavin stroked my foot under the table, and he stayed hard and pressed against me.
And I fell a little deeper into the crazy abyss that was becoming overwhelming in its perfection and allure.
For a few crazy days I was allowed to believe that it does happen in real life. That things I read about in the pages of my beloved romance novels could happen to me.
But life taught me long ago that things aren’t always what they seem, and nothing ever seems to go my way.
Chapter Eleven
We left the longest dinner of my
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