My hand is sliding inward along the warmth. The carrots and onions are for the salad. Okxxx Amelia grabs some tongs and points them at me. She’s looking down at me and her hands are touching her nipples. “I know that first impressions aren’t everything, but…I feel happy.”
“You’re really something.”
“Kiss me, Tom.”
My back is against the door and she is pressed into me. “For such a nice guy, you’re a little bit of trouble.”
“I’m innocent, I tells ya.” My best attempt at a Transatlantic accent, like the one in old movies. I have my suspicions…”
I oblige. I won’t have to wait too long; I always take my time, anyway. “I think it’s admirable you’re trying to understand yourself. Your lashes are nothing but trouble. Oh, Tom, that’s amazing!” She scoots very close to me.
