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“Gazedeeplyintoeach other’s eyes,” Jonathon, the facilitator, said in a gentle tone.
I struggled not to laugh.
The playful glint in Chase’s eyes suggested if one of us cracked, we’d both go under. I’d never known a man I could laugh with as much as Chase.
He was a giggler, which was nice. Life was too short to take everything seriously all of the time. That was one of the many things I’d missed about Chase—silly little moments when we acted like children.
Out of respect for our facilitator, however, I sucked it back.
After my nerves settled, I became all floaty, losing all sense of time and space.
I fell into Chase’s dark eyes and read a hint of self-doubt. It was awkward for me too. Like my soul had become naked and exposed.
The eyes being a window to the soul suddenly rang true.
As I continued to gaze into his eyes, I saw him in a completely new light. One moment, he seemed older, with those dark eyes searching mine, revealing a deep, dark well. Then, I glimpsed the boy with a hint of playfulness.
There was more to Chase than met the eye, which contradicted the shallow label I’d slapped on him.
With our hearts in our eyes, we continued to gaze at each other.
I’d suddenly discovered more about him in that half hour than I had all year. Despite not uttering one word, we’d deepened our connection.
Was that happening for him? Going on the way his eyes probed, I could only assume so.
Jonathon, in his soothing tone, instructed us to surrender our thoughts to enable our souls to mingle.
I entered a hypnotic state and became weightless. It was the closest I’d ever come to meditation, because I couldn’t feel my body and time had become meaningless.
We weren’t even meant to be together, but I couldn’t have allowed pretty Fleur to pair up with him. She would have gone straight for his base chakra.
“Now, without losing eye contact, start slowly stroking each other’s palms,” Jonathon said.
Chase’s feathery touches made the hairs on my arms stand up.
After a while of exploring each other’s palm and me turning into liquid, the teacher instructed, “Stroke each other’s arms and shoulders.”
As his fingers slid up my arms, my body became a mass of electrical impulses.
My senses were so acute, I swore I could hear Drake’s heavy breathing, despite being at the other end of the room.
When Chase’s fingers traveled from my arms to my neck, I became so overwhelmed with arousal that my body burned. He stroked my collarbone, making my nipples tighten, and a swelling ache between my legs made my fingers tremble over his sinewy, bulging biceps.
Sliding my fingers over his smooth masculine mounds, I went to putty. My breath became heavy. His cologne wafted through me, and I almost melted into a puddle. It was as though this was the first time I’d discovered his body. Desperate to be ravaged, my sex throbbed.
I broke the spell and dipped my eyes down to his groin. His nice big bulge only made me creamier, and my clit pressed impatiently against the crotch of my panties.
Flooded with hormones, I was about to erupt in multiple orgasms, especially as his fingers hovered close to my breasts.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I leaned in and whispered, “Do you want to do this somewhere else? Like in my room?”
“Oh, God, yeah,” he breathed.
His flushed handsome face and hooded gaze mirrored my own burning need to get naked and dirty.
