IzzyHe steps closer, his hands finding my hips as he lifts me onto the seat with ease. “You can sit in front of me,” he murmurs, his voice low, almost intimate, “then my arms will cage you in.” The idea sends a jolt through me, and I nod wordlessly, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. Before I can second-guess it, I feel him climb on behind me, his legs bracketing mine, his entire frame a warm, solid wall against my back.The thought of wanting to get off flickers through my mind, but it vanishes when his hands slide down, gripping the inside of my thighs, pulling me back until my body is flush against his. His chest presses firmly against my back, and I can feel his heartbeat, steady and strong. Every part of him feels close, too close, and I suddenly forget how to breathe.He reaches down, taking my hands and placing them gently on his legs. “You can hold onto my legs,” he murmurs, his tone steady, yet almost protective. “Or here, whichever makes you feel safer.” He motions to the
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