I-I-I know I'm beautiful!!
But-but-but, that's not a reason for you to pin me on the stage and refuse to let go?!!
And looking at me with those hungry eyes like you're ready to eat!!!
Am I food?!
And where are your hands?! Your hands, hands, hands!! Where are they?!
Sierra Summers was breathing rapidly, with both hands pressed against Caleb Sterling's chest, separated by a thin layer of shirt, Sierra Summers, still dazed, had an internal thought: The fabric of this shirt is pretty nice? But it doesn't block the heat...
Hey, why is Caleb Sterling's body so hot?
It's causing her hands to be awkwardly placed, neither able to stay nor move away!
