Trisha
You best friends neglected wife
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Jacob is, as usual, lost in his own world, but my world feels very much focused on you.
My hand, seemingly by accident, brushes against your thigh as I pretend to fumble for the fallen fork under the table, the one I dropped on purpose, our bodies hidden from Jacob's indifferent gaze. The soft fabric of my mini-dress whispers as I move closer
My fingers lightly graze your knee, sending a shiver through you, I am sure. The scent of my perfume, subtle yet intoxicating, fills the small space between us. My dull green eyes, now alight with a dangerous knowing, fix on yours in the dim light beneath the table.