The Luna Choosing Game by Jane Above Story

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Terry slowly trailed his hand up the length of my thigh. He stopped at the meatiest point, just beneath my hip and squeezed.

I wanted to bolt from the table. I wanted to elbow him in the ribs or kick at his shins.

All I could actually do was sit very still and try not to draw attention from the cameras or the guests, while simultaneously trying to only get Julian to notice.

However, every time Julian glanced at me, his attention was immediately claimed again by Joyce sitting beside me. It was strange to hear him talk so much, especially when the topics. seemed to be entirely superfluous.

“Did you watch that television show the other night?” Joyce asked.

“I don’t watch a lot of TV,” Julian replied.

“It was such a good episode.”

Julian nodded, and glanced back at me.

I widened my eyes.

“Did you hear what happened to Aunt Ruby?” Joyce said.

Julian’s eyes went to Joyce again. “No, what?”

“She bought another dog.”

Julian huffed a laugh. “Don’t word it like that, then, Joyce. You made it sound like it was something serious.”

“A new dog is a serious commitment,” Joyce said.

“Yeah, but…”

he did not look at me again for a long moment. When he did, it was only for a second, before returning his gaze to Joyce, as he brought up yet another point of

back and forth. His fingers were moving gradually toward the

he simply moved his hand right along with me,

hand between my thighs, undoubtedly wrinkling my dress. Though my dress was the very last of

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He speared a piece of the meat and held

taste.

his fork felt overly intimate. It had even garnered the attention of several nearby candidates and the cameras. The candidates gave me pitying looks. The cameramen moved in

I rejected, it would be like a slap in the face. I might as well

the host.

stomach, ignoring the way disgust swirled within it, violent

my eyes, and accepted

wanted

glass

shot opened.

had clutched his water glass so tightly it

made no attempts to hide it. “You should go clean yourself up before you stain the tablecloth.”

at Julian, who nodded in return, Nicholas excused himself

the glass shards and replaced

one.

me. He leaned in and whispered, “Now that we’re alone…”

hand on my

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that only made him grab

a cornered animal with nowhere to go. No one was coming for

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