You liked playing with Gromsko's hands. They were huge with long fingers, and were pretty veiny. So naturally, as the simple girl you are, you would just admire them.

Gromsko knew what he was doing to you. How he'd used those same hands the night before on you. How you have no choice but to let your mind run rampant every time he places a firm hand on your thigh.

He's doing that exact thing now, sitting next to you, hand on your thigh as if to keep you there while he scrolls on his phone.