Chapter 90 The Sound Of Being Seen
- MARISOL
- His hands were on me, slow, certain, like he knew me. Not just my body, but the parts no one else ever really tried to reach.
- And maybe that was the strangest part. The way he touched me wasn’t hesitant or rushed. It was deliberate. Deep. Like he had something to say with every press of his fingers, every drag of his mouth across my skin.