B R U C E
“Bruce, you hold the popcorn. I’m a little cold and want a blanket.”
She sets the bowl in my lap before I can respond, and then she pulls down the blanket off the back of the sofa, covering up the lower half of her body.
I’m thankful she used something to shield her body from my eyes, but I wish she’d cover up her t**s, too.
Her n*****s are so hard and poke through her shirt. I keep thinking about baseball to try to get my mind off, wondering if they are hard from the cold or from her being turned on.
We both stare at the screen in silence, and she reaches over to my lap for popcorn every few moments.
I feel her wiggling closer to me until finally she’s pressed against my body.
“Sophie,” I warn, but she doesn’t move.
I look over and she looks up at me through her lashe
