CHRISTOPHER
This time we both laughed together, she really was amazing, her voice, her laugh, her hands, and her sense of humor were incredible, refreshing.
"Thank you," she said pulling me out of my thoughts, "I really appreciate that you like it, even knowing that you didn't want me to touch you forty minutes ago."
"Yes, well, I'm not very adept at contact," I replied, embarrassed.
"Christian Gray," she whispered almost voicelessly now working my legs.
“What?” I asked confused, "Who’s that?"
She gave me one of her laughs again.
"He's a fictional character from a book who doesn't like to be touched because in his childhood someone put out cigarettes on his chest," she explained, pressing my right calf,
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