Page 83 of David

“Do your thing. I’ll take care of your knees when you’re ready.”

My mouth pulls slightly open.

“Seriously?”

“Yes.”

“Have you done that before?” I ask, a smile on my face.

“All the time.”

His brand of humor is dark and dry, but I get it nonetheless.

“Okay, give me a second.”

He takes everything out of the bag while I prepare a cup of hot chocolate and produce a tin of cookies from the cupboard.

“I’m ready,” I say, heading to the couch.

He follows me, sets everything on the coffee table next to the steaming cup of hot chocolate and the box of cookies, and once I sit, he goes back to the kitchen and washes his hands before returning and sliding next to me.

I almost fall into a stack of pillows when he grabs my ankles and nudges my legs over his lap.

My robe pulls open to my thighs, and I conscientiously tug at it to cover my legs.

I wear nothing underneath.

Frankly, I’m so not prepared for this.

He touches me gently, barely moving his fingertips over my skin while creating swirls of pleasure down my legs.

Tingles spread across my skin every time he touches me.

He is so close to me that his scent––a mix of cold rain and fresh aftershave––tickles my nostrils, turning me on.

I blame my reaction on not being close to a man in a while.

I also blame it on him not being any man.

I blame it for sure on how handsome he is.He is so handsome that he could use a scalpel on me, and I wouldn’t feel a thing.

My blood would probably not even gush.

Leaning back, I try to remember if there was a moment when I breathed in the proximity of such a calm man.

Most men I met hadn’t had the chance to grow into themselves.

They were unpredictable in the worst kind of way, not the 'let’s have some fun together' sort of way.

They brimmed with insecurities, and it showed.

I never knew what they wanted because they never knew what they wanted.

I couldn’t do anything with them.

Other than going back and forth before eventually calling it quits, there was not much to explore with them.

His fingers brush over my skin while I watch him getting surrounded by my inquisitive silence.

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