“I just don’t want you…” Vincent paused, sighing deeply as he set his fork down with a deliberate clink. “I don’t want both of you to be distracted.” “Ohh, Luca is actually very brilliant. One of the few things I like about him,” Stella responded, her voice light and teasing. She placed her hand on my thigh under the table, fingers spreading warm across the denim as she flashed me a gorgeous smile that made heat pool low in my stomach. Her dad groaned in disapproval, the sound rumbling from his chest. Stella kept being incredibly touchy. While I tried to avoid meeting her father’s heavy gaze, her hand moved with sneaky intent beneath the tablecloth. Her palm slid slowly up and down my thigh, fingertips pressing just enough to send sparks racing across my skin. Each stroke crept a little higher, brushing the inner seam of my jeans, then retreating again in a maddening rhythm. My breath hitched. She was starting to unravel me, and it didn’t help that her dad sat directly across, his
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