A part of my mind nudged me to try holding her hand as we walked, but I decided against it. XXX … “No,” she finally admitted. After about thirty seconds, I pulled my underwear back up and zipped up my jeans. “… I adjusted my stance, and brought my hand down to the zipper of my jeans. I can’t really ask anyone else.”
I gulped. Her cheeks were bright red, but she was smiling, and her deep hazel eyes flashed with a bit of gold again. Fine! Plus I figured if she wanted to talk, it would give us some more privacy than the bustling cafeteria. Read 37152 times |
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