“He eases himself back onto the sofa, and after a moment, Felicity feels his hand on her waist, pulling her back with him until they are both leaning back into the soft leather. She expects him to do something more, but instead he simply allows her to rest against him as his fingers gently caress over her slim waist.
“Well isn’t this lovely” he declares and she can only nod in agreement, feeling so safe with his arm around her. It’s as if she isn’t completely naked as she lets her head rest against his shoulder, content to just be in his company.
“So tell me about your week young lady” he asks her suddenly, and Felicity launches into the conversation, happily telling him everything, from how school has been, what she got up to in the evenings, relishing telling him all about her netball training and excitement for the game coming up next week, even telling him the gossip she has had with her friends and what they all got up to last weekend.
“And have you told any of your friends about what you did weekend then?” he enquires just after she has recounted how her friend Chelsea admitted to sucking some stranger off on Saturday night.
“No” she admits, wondering if he will be pleased or not that she has kept him a secret.
“And why is that then?” His voice is curious as he asks her that, and she senses that he isn’t surprised.
“I don’t know really” she starts, looking up at him as she considers her reasons, “maybe I just wanted to keep it all a secret, I think I was just worried that this weekend wouldn’t actually happen, that you wouldn’t show up.”
“I did say you could trust me Flis” he tells her again, his voice still relaxed, calming. “So you mean no one knows where you are tonight? Anything could happen to you” he tells her, making her giggle at the suggestion because she somehow knows she is as safe here as anywhere else she might be on a Friday night.
“Are you hungry young one?” he suddenly changes the subject, “what a poor host I am being, forgetting to check you’d eaten.”
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