Chapter 43 - Sharpest tool in the shed

Lilianna

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"...Do you imagine Amy when you fuck her?" I asked, stepping back until I felt the chill of the glass railing against my back once more.

His eyes narrowed, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face.

He'd taken off his suit jacket, leaving it behind. His white shirt was open at the collar and the first two buttons, giving a glimpse of his chest. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, but the rain had soaked through, causing his shirt to stick to him, revealing the contours of his muscles. The droplets highlighted every curve and ridge, accentuating his strength.

Despite the rain, he stood there, his posture confident. Each droplet tracing a path along the defined lines of his body.

I extended my arms, draping them over the railing on either side of me, the bottle still gripped firmly in my hand. Tilting my head back, I gazed up at the sky, rain cascading down around me. Each drop felt like a small impact against my skin, but I paid it no mind, too f