Chapter 80

week 18

Lately she had trouble keeping her hands to herself and away from Colton's body.

I was sure he enjoyed it to the fullest.

Sometimes I just wanted to push him against the dining room table and straddle him to connect his hips against mine, or feel the wonderful brush between his bare chest and mine (yes, I was sassy hungry). But then I remembered that there were other people in the room, and miraculously, I managed to contain myself. Although it was obvious that I couldn't hide my hesitation. Therefore, he enjoyed my torment and tried to provoke me by stroking my thigh under the table in public places; or she would put my fingers in her mouth to wipe any leftover chocolate or cream from them when she finished eating.

He was slowly torturing me.

I hated him for it.

And she loved him too.

We were just sitting side by side, our arms brushing against each other, getting hotter than I imagined a touch of skin would cause,