I tried to eat, hoping this time he'll keep his hand away but knowing he won't. I listened to the idle chit chat around the table, Rebekah and Mrs. Moore were discussing possible re-decorating ideas for the kitchen. Cliff and Joel were discussing the scores of some sports game, no idea if it's hockey or basketball or what not. I began to chew slowly, trying to ignore the need I'm feeling. He gripped my thigh suddenly, causing me to gasp again. Elijah's father catches my eyes and I smiled quickly.
"Are you feeling alright?" He asked with a frown.
Elijah grinded his palm... there. It felt good against my jean shorts. I squirmed in my seat, shoving his hand away but not really wanting to.
I felt my face heat up. How could he be doing this while his father is right here beside me though!
