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“You want to leave?” I ask her, and even though this was what I’d wanted five minutes ago, I don’t want to see her go.
“I think it’s for the best.” We both stare at each other and there’s a heat in the room that is burning my skin. She licks her lips nervously and I watch as she bounces up and down.
"You haven't received your massage yet," I say softly, hoping the disappointment in my voice doesn't shine through. I've enjoyed hanging out with Skye, and I'm not ready for her to leave, especially as I can still taste her on the tip of my tongue.
"Well, I mean, if you don't need to go to bed or anything."
"I think I can keep my eyes open for a little bit yet," I say as I hand her the water. She takes a sip and moans.
"This tastes divine."
"You'd think I handed you a glass of champagne or something."
"Almost as good." She looks into my eyes and studies my face. "You really are quite handsome, aren't you? If I was an artist, I'd want to paint you or draw you or mold you in clay." She gasps as if she’s just had the best idea ever. "Maybe you'd be the new David."
"Are you saying you want to get me naked?" I lean toward her and she blushes.
"I mean, only in the most artistic of ways."
"Of course," I say. "In fact, if I were an artist, I'd quite like to paint you naked as well." I wink at her and she sips her water again.
"So are you giving me the massage in the living room or…?"
"No, I don't really think that's going to be a good workspace for me and my hands."
"Oh?" she says, turning back to me.
"Yeah, I think I'd rather have you on the bed face down on a towel, that way I can get to all the required parts quite easily."
Her eyes widen slightly. "You're taking this massage very seriously."
"I should though. I am responsible for stressing you out, aren't I?"
"You are." She nods and then grins. "If I'm one hundred percent honest, you're not the only reason why I'm stressed out, but you’ve definitely added some tension to my shoulders. You’re so annoying sometimes."
"I know, and there's only one way I can think of to make it up to you."
"Okay then," she says. "So are we going to…" Her words drift off.
"Are we going to what?" I ask her.
"You know, are you going to give me my massage now?"
"Sure," I say. "I was wondering if you were going to offer to show me some more examples of some of the dances that go down at your bachelor parties."
"No, I wasn't even…I mean, wait. Ugh." She has a strangled tone to her voice. "What is going on here?"
"I don't know. You tell me. You didn't speak a lick of English just now."
"I wasn't showing you dances. I was just showing you how Beth picks up the hundreds, but not because..." She blinks. "Anyway, I don't want to talk about it anymore."
"You don't want to talk about how you rubbed your panties against my face?"
"Kingston." She bats her eyelashes at me. "I was drunk, let's move on from that."
"Okay. I'll move on if you want to."
"I seriously do, or I'm going to go."
