His fingers move gently across my knee and I shiver at the contact. He kisses the side of my lip before turning back and drinking his beer.
I can’t resist the urge to peek over his lap to see if he is as affected as I am. I look down slightly and back up before he catches me, but I don’t manage to get a good look so I do it again.
“What are you doing?” He asks.
Just like that, I wish the ground would swallow me up. “Nothing,” I stutter, taking a drink of my wine trying to play it off.
He bursts out laughing and my face is so hot I am sure I am going to die.
“Oh baby. You’re the cutest thing I have ever fucking seen. If you want to look at my dick, I can give you a first hand look.”
Yeah, I am going to die. That is most certainly a fact.
“Tristan,” I groan, covering my face with my hands.
He laughs again and I can feel his body moving towards me. “Look at me.”
I slowly peek up at him through my eyelashes, still wanting to hide. “I am sorry I embarrassed you, baby. If you’re wondering if I was turned on, the answer is yes. I have been every fucking day since I met you. I’m fucking obsessed with you.”