Page 53 of Plight
She shook her head.
Jumping up like a teenager who was ready for his first handjob, I ran my fingers through my hair before turning full circle, a little lost as to where I was headed.
“Wait! Can you unhook me first, please?” Danielle lifted her hair from her neck and leaned forward, baring her shoulders to me.
“Sure.” I sat on the arm of the sofa and reached for the back of her dress, carefully unhooking the clasp and gently guiding the zip down, my hands shaking as more and more of her skin was exposed.
She flinched just slightly and closed her eyes, swaying toward me, as if she was unable to stop herself. Fuck, I was torn, not knowing whether to peel the lace and satin from her and carry her to my room, or to get up and walk away in the hope that, soon enough, I’d know for certain that taking things further was what she really wanted, because, right now, I had no fucking idea. And I couldn’t risk showing her my true feelings if it meant she would run away.
Been there, done that.
And I wasn’t going to do it again.
