It was as though I was frozen in place, stuck to my seat, with nothing making sense. I was fixated on the woman before me. I was afraid to move, because I wasn't sure I could hold myself back from doing something stupid, like saying “fvck it” and marking her. No, we couldn’t take that risk, yet. So, my only option was to remain as immobile as a statue.
Her gaze was fixed on me as she started to move her hips in a gentle sway, the movement fluid and her expression… sensual. Watching her body move in time to Bad Influence by Omah Lay was doing something to me. Her mouth was tilted up just a bit in a small smirk as she sang along quietly, eyes still fixed on me as though she was… studying me. Anchoring me.
She beveled, bringing her knees together and jutting her hips from side to side, befo
