Touch Me, Daddy
I duck my head and meet Sarah partway, my lips finally grazing the soft skin of her palm.
"Ki," Sarah says again, and her eyes are brighter. Her pupils are blown. Her fingers twitch, curling instinctively at my touch, and they tickle the underside of my jaw. She rubs at my skin like she's petting a cat, and though I shaved this morning, her nails rasp over the growing stubble.
Fuck. I'm in so much trouble here.