Harkham's Case (Harkam's #1)
““She’s so pretty and round and soft,” he told himself, breathing hard, sorer than ever!
Mari touched his hand a lot today. She caressed it with her thumb, tickled his palms, massaged the back of his hands and even squeezed his wrists. All of it was amazing and made him edge closer to her, while his soreness reached epic heights. Especially when she’d smile at him and look him in the eye while she did those things to him. That made his appendages twitch. All of them.
He sighed, stepped out of the bathroom stall and straightened his jeans, straining at the crotch.
So far the day was successful. He smiled at himself.
He hardly saw any numbers. After the run-in with Tara, he decided maybe it was best to have Mari speak to anybody that approached them first.
He washed his hand that had been licked by that girl. He’d been doing it every chance he got. What if Mari changed her mind and realized she was afraid of germs and wouldn’t let him hold her hand anymore today with that infected one?
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