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" My voice cracked when I glanced his way.
Fingers pressed harder into my hips while thumbs stroked the skin on my backside.
Without a word, he supported my neck to help me sit up, removed my top and bra, and then secured my hands behind my back. He stared at my chest for a moment before reaching into the box again.
But what was my plan. Not here at the mall, but in life.
I can't think of a worse feeling than being invisible in your own home.
Primarily because my butt was numb and my feet were tingly. "Holly?" He squatted in front of me, pressing the back one hand to my cheeks before gently taking my hands in his, lightly rubbing back and forth.