Jasper found his hand glued to Alice's thigh the entirety of their trip. (Not literally.)
Wherever the two went and whatever they did, Jasper's hand found a way to stroke her legs with his thumb. On the bus, on a bench in the park, in the restaurant they ate in, he was relentless. However, it wasn't a sexual gesture, far from it. Jasper felt he needed to let Alice know that he was there. He was there and he was in fucking love with her and she needed to know that.
Alice enjoyed it, of course. She loved the attention and she loved how it wasn't just about a good shag to him. She toyed with the hairs at the nape of his neck and she kissed the corner of his mouth, all the while he was stroking her leg.
They looked like they were a fine couple, and they were.
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islands [indefinite hiatus]
Short StoryIn which a 21 year old British boy in love with BDSM and The xx and 19 year old American girl obsessed with music in general meet over Tumblr. +++ short story #172 / romance #582 (20.9.14) republished for archival purposes. never completed
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