Bab 18: Chapter 18

"What's the matter, little princess? Are you uncomfortable? Tell me where and I'll ease the pressure."

"You know where! There's a big…between my…you know! Don't act like you don't know. You probably feel where every one of your tentacles is, can't you? The same way I'd know where my fingers were touching?"

For a moment, in my curiosity, I forget the rail I'm riding between my legs. I wonder about him, his body and how it works. I suppose it's no different than sitting on a guy's thigh?

Which…I've been known to do after a few beers. With the right guy.

I don't know if Fabien is the right guy, but I know I need him to trust me.

"Yes, I know where all of my tentacles are. And yes, they're quite sensitive. Even more, I think, than a fingertip. I feel the tiny hairs on your skin, the soft, crinkling hairs of your armpits…and between your legs, it prickles like something sharp. Is there stubble? Is that from shaving? Like a man shaves his face, a woman shaves her—"