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