He must have magical hands or something, because why else did they feel so good? There was no other explanation to it.
Images of howgoodthose hands made me feel the other night popped into my head, and all efforts toward preventing myself from getting an erection in front of my townsfolk flew out the window.
“Clay, are you…”
He didn’t even have to finish the question for me to know he most definitely felt the hard object pressed against him.
Where was a hole when I needed to jump into one?
Chapter Thirteen
CLAY
The hugging booth ended with me still being able to show my face around town.
Thank fuck.
Dan’s body had prevented anyone from seeing the bigsituationI’d had in my pants, and my erection had quickly deflated when my mom and Victor stopped by the tent not too long after.
Mom looked mildly concerned about the entire thing, but she didn’t say much about it. Meanwhile, Victor happily contributed twenty whole minutes to our clock before merrily leaving the tent hand in hand with my mom.
I didn’t hate hugging Dan, loved it, in fact. Doing it in front of our entire town, though? Yeah, that I could’ve done without.
Standing still for hours on end was also a lot harder than I expected. At some point, I lost feeling in my legs,and Dan and I had to hobble in place to bring the circulation back. Our little show somehow brought in even more donors, which added even more time to our clock.
I never thought it was possible, but after a couple of hours of my skin being practically pasted against Dan’s, I could confidently say I was getting tired of hugging him.
Carol and the crowd had taken pity on us when our shift was scheduled to end and let us go free.
“You boys did fabulously! We far surpassed today’s donation goal! You have to make sure to sign up for another volunteer slot later!” Carol all but demanded, dollar signs still flashing in her eyes.
Fuck that!
I was never volunteering for the hugging booth again!
I could tell even Dan was done with this whole ordeal by the weak smile and half-assed answer he gave her as we quickly made our escape.
“My arms and legs are noodles,” he said, slumping over an empty table in the makeshift food court the fair set up.
I slid into the seat beside him, pleased when he didn’t try to shift into the seat across from me like he’d been doing the past couple weeks. Though he probably didn’t have the energy to move right now, even if he’d wanted to.
“We’re never doing that again,” I stated.
Dan let out a defeated sound of agreement. Heturned to one cheek to face me. “You didn’t have to sign up today in the first place, so why did you?” he asked.
“I couldn’t let you do this alone,” I replied.
“I wouldn’t have been alone. Frederick would’ve been with me.”
Right.
How could I have forgotten about Frederick?
And thank fuck I came today, because if I hadn’t, then Frederick would have been the one hugging Dan all this time. Then he’d be the one pressed up against him, smelling Dan’s intoxicating scent and feeling his miraculous hands.
Just the thought of it made me rage with jealousy. It made me want to punch something, or lock Dan away so no one else could get to him.
I didn’t want anyone else hugging Dan, much less forhourson end.
