Page 48 of Signed, I'm Yours!
Well, if his face is any indication, part grinning, part contorted as if he’s having the best orgasm of his life, then he does.
I wonder what my face looks like when he touches me.
“Ew. Don’t make that face,” I tell him because I’m also a master deflector.
“What face?”
I do a bad imitation of his O-face. “That face.”
I wonder, is that really his O-face? What does his O-face actually look like?
“Well, stop touching me then.”
“You’rethe one touching me!”
“Oh. Right.” He removes his hand, and it leaves me slightly breathless. My legs feel like jelly and my hands like cooked spaghetti, but my dick?
Well, my dick has never been harder.
“Thank you,” I whisper, only it comes out as a moan, which makes my dick pulse at the thought.
As if the idea of moaning next to him is appealing.
Ew. Gross. Gag.
But also, yeah, Jack is hot as fuck. We’ve established that. We’ve also established how close to my type he is. Like, down to aT. Which is to say…yeah, I’d like to moan next to him. I’d like that very much. I’d like it more if he moaned too.
God, I need to stop thinking about us gasping together. I need a distraction.
“Hi. My name is Knotty Girl, and I’m here to audition for the Sinister Seomyeong.” A woman waves at us from the stage,which allows me to take a deep breath and ease some of the tension in my nether regions.
“Naughty girl? I’m not looking for a stripper.” I wave her off the stage, but she doesn’t move.
“No. Knotty as in knots.”
I grimace. “What? Like nautical knots?” She nods. “Thank you, but the Boy Scouts mastered those ages ago.”
“Oh no! I don’t do knots. Let…let me demonstrate.”
She drags a trunk to the stage, opens it, and twists herself inside.
“It’s not even that much smaller than her,” I whisper to Jack.
“Let her try. She might impress you.”
I glance at him, and he gives me one of those frustrating smiles that makes me roll my eyes.
“You never told me what Seomyeong means.”
“Yeah, you were stuck on the Sinister part.”
“Can you blame me? You’re like the least sinister person I’ve met.”
“Pftt.” I dismiss him with a wave as Knotty Girl’s toes peek from within the trunk.
“You can pfft all you want. Doesn’t make you any more sinister. In fact, it makes you less.”
I gasp.
