She looks surprised by my observation.
I don't want her to leave.
"Sometimes."
"What season?"
"Are you saying thatyouwatchSupernatural?" she asks incredulously.
"Sit down, Ariana."
"No, seriously."
"Yes, I watchSupernatural. Last time I remember I think I was on season four."
"Season four?" she chuckles. "Ha, I'm on season ten."
"Sit. Back. Down."
"I'm not watching season five all over again."
"Then we can do something else."
I grab around her waist and hold her steady in front of me, so that she can't run away.
"What would that be?" she asks softly.
With my hands around her diaphragm, I can feel her breaths quickening. That's how I already know the answer to the question before I ask it.
"Are you attracted to me, Ariana?"
"What...what are you asking me right now."
"I asked you a simple question. Are you attracted to me?"
"You're an attractive man, yes, but–"
"But what?"
"But nothing. I just...yes, you're attractive."
"I need more specifics."
I pull her down next to me and lift her legs across my lap. Then I start massaging her feet and calves.
"Specifically...does this make you feel good when I touch you?"
"I've had massages before, Stone, and yes I like them.
I work my hands farther up her legs, kneading her thighs.
She sucks in a deep inhalation of breath.
"Not a massage by me. What about here? Does this feel good?"
This is not a smart move. She's a virgin. Anything close to sexual that we do is only going to forge a stronger connection between us. One that I can't afford. But I've been thinking about doing this every night since I walked through the door, and my blue balls are the ones calling the shots right now, not my common sense.
Her body tenses up.
