Then she got up and walked over. “I’ve no intention of disappearing.”
“I know, but I can’t let you kill yourself by neglect either.” Her hands moved on my lower back, from my spine out to my hips and back, in circles. The driver was arrested, but I don’t know what happened to him afterwards. “How did you ever come across them?”
“Just randomly one evening, surfing for readable erotica. “Mila,” I said. Mila’s hands moved up to my knees, and then the insides of my thighs. I have very sensitive and ticklish feet, and she made sure to put enough pressure so that I didn’t flinch and draw my foot away. I’m going to stay and look after you.”
“I can’t let you waste your leave on me!”
“The subject isn’t open for discussion.” She got the closed look on her face that I knew so well from our college days, the one that said that her mind was made up and wouldn’t be swayed.
