Paige
I open my eyes slowly. Enzo is sitting beside me, stroking my thigh while looking down. I close my eyes; I don't want him to know yet that I'm awake. I like the feeling of him touching me. His fingertip is sending shivers of arousa.l right to my core. My cli.t is throbbing with pleasure, and he isn't even doing anything to me other than stroking my thigh with his fingertip.
If that's how he makes me feel with his fingertip, how would it make me feel if he touched me with his hands?
God, I am so a goner.
I've been lost to him for so long now that this feels natural. It doesn't feel like he's doing anything wrong. Even though, in reality, touching someone like this while they're sleeping – pretending to sleep – would be deemed perverted, I like it.
Okay, I know if anyone else wer
